Roses are red..
Violets are blue....
This is YOUR day...so I say to you...
Eat the cake and the ice cream too..
Blow out the candles and make wishes for you..
A party, all nighter is not very wise...
It will show up, in the bags.. under your eyes..
But most important, now that you're older..
And the weather my dear, is getting much colder.....
Put away the thongs, as cotton briefs are better...
Good Grief girl! you' re not a jet setter..
But I on the other hand..
Can't help but understand...
As we get older....our bodies will change...
When looking in mirrors..we note something strange..
So be happy my friend...cause in the end....
You and I are starting our own special fashion trend....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
own special fashion trend, I like it. good one.