What shall I compare you with,
Shall I compare thee to the moon,
Wait, the moon often disappoints.
Yet you, you have the kindest of hearts.
Though born in the shortest month,
Your hearts are the most beautiful.

What shall I compare thee with,
Shall I compare thee to a cool breeze?
Wait, a breeze may turn to a hurricane.
Yet you, always caring and ready to help.
Though born in the shortest of months,
Your hearts are the most beautiful.

So as you clock an year older,
May your days be filled with joy,
And all your prayers be answered.
Happy birthday Mulei, James, Morris, Githinji and Judy.
Though born in the shortest of months ,
Your hearts are the most beautiful.