The Presidents Birthdays Lyrics

For January, Fillmore on the 7th, showed his face

Then on the 9th, Richard arrived at the Nixon place

McKinley, born on January 29th, I hear

Then, FDR the 30th, 1882, the year

Come February, Reagan, on the 6th, he came to be

And, William Harrison, the 9th, he'd join the family

For Lincoln, 'twas the 12th, the first day in a crib, he'd lay

George Washington, the 22nd, think it was Friday

Now, March, the first was Jackson, who on the 15th came

James Madison, the 16th's when he received his first name

March 18th, Cleveland arrived as the family's new baby

For Tyler, 29th's the day, a Monday night, maybe

So glad the Presidents

Survived delivery

From helpless to what they became

Leading our country

Jefferson's mother bore Thomas on April 13

Buchanan, the 23rd was the first time he was seen

Ulysses Grant showed up the 27th, by midwife

And James Monroe, the 28th, the first day of his life

May presidents, Truman's the first, the 8th was his birth day

Then, on May 29th, arrived the boy, JFK

June babes, George H.W. Bush, the 12th, he'd see the light

And Donald Trump, the 14th, when he was first wrapped in white

Calvin Coolidge, the 4th of July he came into this world

The 6th was George Bush's debut, then a zero-year-old

John Quincy Adams, 'twas the 11th he'd cry his first

Ford's date of birth, the 14th, the first day that he was nursed

So glad the Presidents

Survived delivery

From helpless to what they became

Leading our country

Obama was an August babe, the 4th, his first day out

Hoover follows on the 10th, eight pounds, or thereabouts

Bill Clinton was born on the 19th, not sure what he weighed

Ben Harrison, the 20th, next to mother, he was laid

LBJ's came on August 27th, I read

William Taft, September the 15th, he was first fed

October 1st came Jimmy Carter's spank to make him cry

The 4th, Rutherford Hayes appeared, a cradle where he'd lie

Arthur, was the 5th, the same as the day he was due

Eisenhower, the 14th, had his first Coochy-coo

Teddy Roosevelt, October 27th, his

Then, John Adams, 'tis the 30th, his birthday is

So glad the Presidents

Survived delivery

From helpless to what they became

Leading our country

Polk and Harding, both November 2nd, they'd arrive

Garfield, his birth, the 19th, so good to see him thrive

November 20th, Joe Biden, a grand entrance, he made

Pierce, his mother bore the 23rd, nearby, he laid

The 24th, Zachary Taylor arrived in time to feed

Van Buren, born December 5th, a vocal babe, indeed

Woodrow Wilson, on the 28th he inhaled air

Last, Andrew Johnson, the 29th, when he had way less hair

These are the birthdays of all of the presidents, you see

They chose a life of politics

Perfect, we all can't be