Independence Day Poem

Some birthdays come in winter,
Some birthdays come in spring.
On birthdays, there are games to play
And lots of songs to sing!

My favorite birthday is in July,
And it doesn’t belong to me.
It’s the birthday that lights up the sky
For all the world to see!

Rockets glare, trumpets blare,
And bands begin to play.
Happy Birthday America,
It’s Independence Day!

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