Hymn to Debbra
The woman who thinks she's my boss
Methinks finds herself at a loss
To explain why she's older
(Though we all have told her
There's more to good health than just floss).
This woman, born Debbie Moline,
Has given us much we can glean
From her charmed ways of living
(It involves much caregiving):
Her own home she'd rather not clean.
In Myers-Brigg talk, Deb's a P.
What that means for my life you'll soon see:
Because I'm a J,
There's simply no way
For her chores to be done without me.
Let's pray to the Babe in the manger
To keep our dear Deb free from danger
For many more years.
(More than prayer, we'll need beers,
And the help of a home health care stranger.)
Happy birthday, Deb!
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