IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY, GAIL

It was a beautiful Spring day in '59/ Mrs. Carone was feeling fine/ She knew that sometime that day/ Another baby was on the way/ Didn't know if a girl or boy/ Just knew it would bring us lots of joy/  She looked different from all the rest/ Would she turn out to be the best?/ Her brothers and sisters smiled and asked/ "Can I hold her?" and around she was passed/ A baby is always a lot of fun/ None was more lovable than this one/ She grew up fast and as you know/ Married a great guy named Garabo/ Had five beautiful baby girls of her own/ Too bad they weren't all named Carone/ Gail always stood out in the crowd/ Baby girl, you've made us proud/.

          
                                  HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

(Can't wait 'til Wednesday, I might forget.}