Happy Eighth

Happy eight months, my darling,
my loverly dandelion.
Happy eight months, mah budday!
It's officially party time.

Yo, home dog, we're G,
and I don't ever want you to forget.
That we do lots of stupid things,
but none of them will I regret.

A squishy hammer for one thing,
that's a mighty silly thing, no?
And scary turtles, lots of hurtles,
to the distance for you I'd go.

I'm sorry I got wrapped up in my own world.
Please forgive me that I forgot to say,
Happy eight months, my dearest...
I love you so much, Tay.