Born
of Irish descent on June 8th, '22,
Bob grew up to an army life, it was his due.
In Toronto, New Brunswick and England and France
On the Fuseliers' drums, sticks would dance.
Bob and Connie were wed and the music would suit,
Cars on St. Paul Street stopped for a pipe band salute.
Rob and Colleen arrived and then Terry we hear,
Hurricane Hazel blew 'round that year.
On Simpson Road there was a homestead to build, With
wonderful memories, decades were filled.
Bob electrified GM and then he retired,
Through the years, many parties transpired.
Back
in '67 Ireland and Scotland were grand,
As they travelled with the Clan McFarland Pipe Band.
Each October there was time for Florida's sun
As those World Series games had begun.
Then in '84 Bob had his heart surgery,
And the Teddy Bear Club helped his recovery.
There were swimming pool summers and gatherings of clan,
On his riding mower, Bob was the man.
So here's to eight decades and we want to say, Our
love and best wishes we bring on this day.
Dear Dad, may adventure and happiness too
Be a part of each new day for you.
Bob likes
dinner at 5:00, he likes hockey and beer,
Lawrence
Welk, Scottish tunes, worn out shirts bring him cheer.
He hates
rock music, credit cards, Don Cherry's face,
Hair dye
and short skirts don't have a place.
Bob and
Laurene have cruised the Caribbean shore,
To Alaska,
Australia, New Zealand and more.
Erin, Jonathan,
Jaclyn, Shawn, Katie then too,
Robyn,
Adam the grandchildren crew.
So
here's to eight decades and we want to shout, "Potatoes
for dinner, and don't throw one out!"
Dear Dad, may adventure and happiness too
Be a part of each new day for you.
A
Song For You by
Dave Mitchell and Heather Ferguson
(Personalized Songs for Special Events)
143 White Pine Cr.
Waterloo, ON N2V 1B3
519-885-5700
email: mitchell@arithmecode.com
