Happy Birthday to me!!
Can’t believe I’m sixty!!
neither can the bumblebee
or that nine foot oak tree.
Too bad if they can’t see
or wish that they could be,
able to escape and flee
from thyme inside the pantry.
Happy Birthday to me...
inside my soul is glee.
Figure out the fantasy
of you, and me as we...
May play nine with Marty,
kayak in the fake sea,
have some cake and party
as long as it is free.
I prayed my sister Sandy
could be here and be happy..
and celebrate our history
of her, and me, and we.
Happy birthday to me.
I need a cup of coffee,
a little bit serenity
and lots of you and me.