HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DAD!
Amarantha Françoise Dyuaaxchs
Why have you such terrible mourning?
Angel food cake needs no chewing,
And you're forty-five this morning.
Forty-five, forty-five, what a sorry age to be;
You're miserable forty-five, and tearing
Out your hair, ripping apart the awful memory,
And admiring the new sweats you're wearing.
Shame on life, you're nine times five,
Well over hills and beyond the clock.
But, well, rejoice, you're still alive,
And your family hasn't yet left you at the dock.
Let's fly along this merry life, regardless of age,
And mind not your actions, for all the world's a stage.
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