Happy birthday,
where is your cane?
You think you're still young,
but it's all in your brain.
There's nothing glamorous,
about another old year.
Growing wrinkly and old,
you should definitely fear.
Your cake's filled candles,
But I can't count that high.
Your youth is behind you,
expect a tearful goodbye?
I'm not exactly saying,
that you're getting old.
But your ancient possessions,
are worth more than gold.
The previous four verses,
you should try to forget.
Sudden memory loss,
is certainly a threat.
Happy birthday,
you don't need a cane.
You're still fairly young,
now go play in the rain
