Certain, Fresh Lad, your Craft's Promise apply Matter subtract from the Plym's pheromones late Your own Best Soul; Youth enhance and reply The Tanned One's Lights; And Career concentrate One Message sent from your Parents abroad Which mentored by your Tweeting Aunt confirm Clip fast your Arms; And Feet embrace the Board Kick the Meerkat's fears and your Lion burn So when these Sweeties witness your Best Art, That same Pastel you carry everyday Is in you - not There - complete on your Part And may these Blessings always come your way. Being your own Boss, your Goal's smile conquer Burn those Judges; And douse them with Water.