Thou were born dear with
All healthy body's parts
And with a divine soul too
To dwell in millions hearts
Thus thy pleasant journey now
Is at the point where once but
All have to linger a little to know
Which path they choose to follow
Let it be pulpy fruit or hardest nut
Just have thy teeth steely to gnaw
Be ready to welcome friend or foe
If havoc comes, just strive to row
O younger brother! I can just pray
May He make happy thy "Birth Day"!
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