Your Birthday:

Your Birthday comes
but once a year,
3 hundred 65 days
and then it's here.

All of us have one
Its received at birth,
So celebrate each one
for all it's worth.

It starts off small
and grows over time,
Aging one year
to the one passed bye.

As time flies
the candles add up,
So lighting them all
can really be tough.

As the candles burn
atop the cake,
Your birthday wish
you must make.

Keep it a secret
dare not to say,
Or your wish
will fade away.

With balloons and streamers
hanging around,
You blow out the candles
and make not a sound.

Your birthday wish
will then come true,
if all candles went out
like their suppose to do.

Then all join in
cause all know the words,
And Happy Birthday to you
is all that's heard.

When cake and ice cream
have both disappeared,
the gifts are next
so the table is cleared.

You listen and shake
each one that you get,
Tryin to figure out
what's in it.

With paper and tape
all over the floor,
All gifts are opened
till there is no more.

The party is over
so everyone clears,
But all will return
in one more year.