I’d like to take a moment today to wish you a Happy Birthday.
Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet and so are you.
I really shouldn’t plagiarize. Legal problems might arise.
For if I land myself in jail. I fear no one would pay my bail.
Alas this poem is about thee. It would be rude to mention me.
Once described as quite studious. You are now the absolute hootiest
Your friends would readily agree to trust you with the church’s key.
Your singing is quite delightful. Your driving can uhoh be frightful.
It’s a shame to cover up that smile, but your mask is always in style.
You seem to reside in Friendsville. I never see you standing still.
Where do you get the energy? You must just chew on celery.
Nary a hair is out of place. You display such love and grace.
I just might hit delete. You’re too neat, fun, cute and sweet
Promise not to be mean, steal my crown, and be a Queen