The Birthday Cake - Poem by Isabella Swan
Today is America's birthday
Let's make him/her a cake.
Mix and stir, stir and mix
Then into the oven to bake.
Here's the cake so nice and round,
We ice it with red and blue and and white.
We put tons and tons of candles on it
To make the birthday bright.
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