Happy birthday doesn't seem to suffice When the one you love is all so nice So here's a poem from my heart Hope it reaches yours though oceans apart
Bless the day when you were born When angels sang and heaven was forlorn Losing you was not their aim But the time was ripe, all the same
TearsΒ Β were shed in the heavenlies Your mates up there threw you a gathering I was there and feeling sad You said don't worry, I'll find you, yet!
That was some decades ago And here we are found and found Elliot York was to be born To create HP, so we no longer need to mourn
Almost a year, oh what a ride is it amazing, that we're still out of sight visions of future laughter furnishes my nights my days are not so bad with you as my guide
wishing you well and wishing you gain wisdom and wealth and hopes and dreams Four plus nine is not so young only a little while more and we'll both be done