M-ake it a field day,
E-njoy the circumstance;
R-ejoice with everybody,
C-all the old and
Y-oung ones.
N-ice and delightful moment
O-f fun, joy and cheer;
T-wenty-fifth morn in July,
A-llow the haze to disappear.
R-emember your birth,
T-aking the silence away;
E-xperience the mirth, make it a field day.
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