A-s I say happy birthday,
P-leasant sun is in sight;
R-ise of the beacon begins,
I-ncluding the warmth and
L-ight.
T-housand thrill is felt,
A-pril twenty-fifth Tuesday;
Y-our mind is now thinking
O-f the wide and blue skyway.
T-wilight is already gone, dark shadows fade away;
O-pen your ears and listen, as I say happy birthday.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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