They come but once a year
by solar count or
twelve by lunar orbit
365 by daily division
each day a holiday
I wish you all as many
recounts as possible
all healthy and cheerful
the bells will chime
and song will fill
your spirit and being
ring out throughout
the galaxies, will
echo and resound
the cosmos is moved
and all the stars are twinkling
in unison to say
the elements so mixed
in woman and man
it is for their being
that we rotate
in symphony to say
happy birthday
again and again
love from us all
and all the fauna and flora
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