Everybody wave "hi" to the Big Guy, and sing a verse of "Hey, Pe-pe Birdlegs!" And if you don't know "Hey, Pe-pe Birdlegs" then you haven't known me too long. Or at least not at your last birthday. Then, if you would, keep him in your thoughts on Monday when he goes to get that creaky right hip replaced. He'll be back on the John Deere in no time, I'm sure!
Happy Birthday Pop.
Hop on Pop.
That's a book by Dr. Seuss.
I betcha didn't know that.
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Happy Birthday, Sir. Is this your 50th?wmjqjt
And here's hoping the hip replacement goes easy. I'm sure it will.
A man and his tractor. An American story.
CEO- thanks. He'll appreciate that.
Matt- that's an American LOVE story.
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