Oh another year to your age
Sans a trace of line in your face
With eyes that wear a soulful thought
Clear mirror of a virtuous self
A pert nose for fragrance of hope
Lips with curves of a smiley world
A robust body hale and hearty
Physique built of virility
With huge arms of a ten foot pole
And hands like claws with mighty grip
From head to toe tall as a lamp
With light walks of self confidence
And an aura of genteel ways
Happy Birthday my kindred soul
Wish of true joys of happiness
Without such piercing pains of hurts
Never for one like you my love
