happy birthday to you

you’ve been thirty-five years

(and that’s more than a few),

in a world t'was much duller

before there was you.

you’re fun, strong and loving;

your walk's pure and true.

a man of integrity:

that’s ever-so you.

you’ve never claimed scholarship,

but you’ve half a clue;

and i’ve read worser grammar

before reading you.

i’ve known a few things –

made some wrong guesses, too –

but i knew i done right

when i made you my boo.

we root for arch-enemies;

jerseys red, white and blue;

but our boys are a hat trick!

make a good team, we do.

we’ve been bumped and been bruised,

eaten way too much poo;

but we did it together.

that’s the joy of me and you.

you bring out my beauty;

add light to my view;

help me to paint;

make every day new.

i can’t possibly remember,

but it seems truly true

that the world is much better

ever since there was you.