O Baba Reid, this day is truly yours;
I send this song towards Paphos shores.
So on the wind hear my dewy Rhyme
That praises your birthday in measured time.
To me, you are but one of a kind,
And I have in this card combined
A message for you within my strain,
Which no family member would complain
To what I am about to say:
Have a wonderful fifth birthday;
You ******* little terror.
You are a blessing in disguise,
No one in the heavens with bluer eyes,
Is as beautiful, nor sweetly fairer.
Dec 30, 2012
Dec 30, 2012 at 4:26 PM UTC
O Baba Reid, this day is truly yours;
I send this song towards Paphos shores.
So on the wind hear my dewy Rhyme
That praises your birthday in measured time.
To me, you are but one of a kind,
And I have in this card combined
A message for you within my strain,
Which no family member would complain
To what I am about to say:
Have a wonderful fifth birthday;
You ******* little terror.
You are a blessing in disguise,
No one in the heavens with bluer eyes,
Is as beautiful, nor sweetly fairer.
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