Happy birthdays come and go
Babies see the light of day, babies suck breast milk
Happy birthdays see babies grow
Babies turn into men and women who adore silk.
Happy birthdays come, dainty cakes and red wines flow
On tables of the affluent whose appetite
For creature comforts never goes slow as they blow
Birthday candles and dressed chickens enjoy no respite.
Happy birthdays come and birthday girls don new outfits
Splurge on bling, show off accessories and entries slip into pages of diaries
Where a memorable dance, a kind word fits
A new subplot to a story about altruist dignitaries.
Happy birthdays empty pockets in some homes when
The desire to impress neighbours wrecks a kitty
What with an oversupply of booze and no token
Of frugality and thrift whacking bank accounts tatty.
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