What day is it today?

It was on this day a very long time ago,

In a small country town that we'll call Dorrigo.

Where a woman yelled "Mick...I might take a short rest,"

"From the kids and the milking....it's all for the best."

"There's another quick errand that I need to run,"

"And at the conclusion you'll have a daughter or son."

So they went into town with no ifs, buts or maybes,

There was no mucking around...cause it was her sixth baby.

By lunchtime, "A daughter" the nurse happily said,

Then as Mum checked out baby...she found hair that was red.

Now, it's becoming quite clear as you read this short story,

That the baby was me...in all of my glory.

The truth of the matter...it's my birthday today,

How old have I turned...I don't think I should say.

But around about now...you wish I was confessing,

And what would you say....if I just left you guessing?

There's a picture below...it's of me....it is true,

And if you look very closely you might find a clue.

By Me