Happy birthday love, happy birthday God and goodness, Safety and fear all mixed up Happy birthday America and the end of the war, Made up names and made up scratches on your little legs Wrapped up in dramatic irony and meanness, In poverty, in riches, in dreams and you are safe Wrapped up in January I would accept overhead lights and carpet, The wrong colours It makes you wince and grimace You smile in the mirror and your cheeks glow Roses on your skin You are a rose on my skin Happy birthday