And at last, when we lit the last
Candle, the birthday cake looked just
Like a forest fire! Mike
Tried to count the lights
Before the whole room was lit
By the lamps, but the heat
Drove him back, and all this
Made Grandad’s face light up with
A smile! Then “Happy Birthday…”
It all happened on Thursday!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem