Let us have birthdays every day,(I had the thought while I was shaving)Because a birthday should be gay,
And full of grace and good behaving.
We can't have cakes and candles bright,
And presents are beyond our giving,
But let lt us cherish with
The birthday way of lovely living.
For I have passed three-score and
And I can count upon my
The years I hope to bide with men,(Though by God's grace one often lingers.)So in the summers left to me,
Because I'm blest beyond my merit,
I hope with gratitude and
To sparkle with the birthday spirit.
Let me inform myself each
Who's proudmost on the natal roster;
If Washington or Henry Clay,
Or Eugene Field or Stephen lots of famous folks I'll
Who more than measure to my rating,
And so thanksgivingly
Their birthdays I'll be celebrating.
For Oh I know the cheery glow|Of Anniversary rejoicing;
Let me reflect its radiance
My daily gladness I'll be voicing.
And though I'm stooped and silver-haired,
Let me with laughter make the hearth gay,
So by the gods I may be
Each year to hear: "Pop,
Happy Birthday."
