Happy 9th Birthday Satchamoose

A very happy 9th birthday to my boy, the Satchamoose. I love you dearly.

And to the rest of the gang - Justin, Zack, Burnette, and the two Tickles.


SATCHEL: ALL FOUR SEASONS

With his smile as sweet as a warn wind in summer;
He's got me flying like a bird in a bright June sky.
And then just when I think that I've got his number;
He brings me back to the ground with his wintry eyes.
That's my Satchie;
He can be all four seasons in one day.


And when the night time comes with no interference;
To our warm summer love with all its charms;
But like a thoroughbred horse he can turn on a sixpence;
And I find that I'm back in Mister Winter's arms.
That's my Satchie;
He can be all four seasons in one day.


How will I know?
How can I tell?
Which side of the bed he takes when the day begins?
He can be kind; maybe even cruel.
He's got me guessing like a game show fool.


Well he can change his mind like he changes bibs;
From one minute to the next it's hard to tell.
He blows hot and cold just like stormy weather;
He's my gift from the Lord or a fiend from hell.
That's my Satchie;
He can be all four seasons in one day.


Watching the weatherman's been no good at all;
Winter, spring, summer, I'm bound for a fall.
There are no long term predictions for my Satchie;
He can be all four seasons in one day.


So if it's a sunny day, I take my umbrella;
Just in case his raindrops start to fall.
And you could say that I'm just a cautious fellow;
But I don't want to be caught in a sudden squall.
That's my Satchie;
He can be all four seasons in one day.

Yes, that's my Satchie;
And I wouldn't have him any other way.