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A Birthday Poem for Jay_lo
Sing it high, sing it low
Sing it as you tie a bow
Shout it from the tops of trees,
or bubble it from below the seas.
Sing it in unison or all alone,
gather as a group outside his home.
Thank his mother for giving him birth
along with his father from whom he
Thank the doctor who cut his cord.
Hold hands and praise the Lord
for giving us an amazing man
who shares his poetry throughout our land.
He makes us smile, he makes us think,
he writes poetry quick as a wink.
He's kind, he's good, he's funny -
If he wasn't married he'd be MY honey!
So now it's time to say the words,
but words alone are for the birds.
For none can ever truly express
his humor, laugher, or tenderness.
A simple, 'Happy Birthday, Jay_lo!'
must suffice, many happy returns, now kiss your wife!