Very-very Happy Birthday to you-to you;
All the pleasures of world to woo-to woo.
This day God dropped the sweetest flower,
In mother’s mightiest bower,
Giving sweet and cool shower,
Blesses to climb, the highest tower.
Remain in safe heaven and shun pain chart;
In the world of joys God has chosen his part,
Under the roses to rest his heart.
That is never found in any merchant's dart.
Pray to Almighty to sleep in a bed of roses,
Softer then the soft white snows is,
Where sweet on its trees as the fruit that grows is,
Lay still, for the wind on the warm seas dozes.
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