On this birthday, you turn seven,
As perfect as an angel sent from heaven.
A little boy, but grown up inside,
Never letting any emotions hide.
He really loves school, and he finished first grade,
It’s amazing to see all the progress he’s made.
He learned how to ski black diamonds with flair,
Dad running behind him and gasping for air.
And when it was time to show his talents at school,
He drummed Seven Nation Army and it was pretty cool!
And when we are tired from working all day,
He’ll jump in our arms, hug our troubles away.
And though he gets cranky, and stubborn at times,
Books usually get him all smiles.
At night when he’s tired he won’t go to sleep,
‘Less read to in bed and tucked in covered deep.
Our Rian Butala stands apart from the crowd,
We wish him the best and he’s made us so proud.
As perfect as an angel sent from heaven.
A little boy, but grown up inside,
Never letting any emotions hide.
He really loves school, and he finished first grade,
It’s amazing to see all the progress he’s made.
He learned how to ski black diamonds with flair,
Dad running behind him and gasping for air.
And when it was time to show his talents at school,
He drummed Seven Nation Army and it was pretty cool!
And when we are tired from working all day,
He’ll jump in our arms, hug our troubles away.
And though he gets cranky, and stubborn at times,
Books usually get him all smiles.
At night when he’s tired he won’t go to sleep,
‘Less read to in bed and tucked in covered deep.
Our Rian Butala stands apart from the crowd,
We wish him the best and he’s made us so proud.
