In Nineteen Hundred and Seventy-Seven..

In nineteen hundred and seventy-seven,
God sent to us an angel from Heaven.
Her sweet disposition, her smile, her charm,
was a welcome addtion to make our hearts warm
All through her life she has brought us great pride,
In each changing season, in each changing tide.
Today she's a mommy and a wonderful wife,
Our desire for her is joy through her life.
This beautiful girl with a head full of curls,
is more precious than diamonds, more lovely than pearls.
More costly than gold and worth all that's on earth,
God bless you sweet Annie on this day of your birth.