A birthday balloon flew over the Bluewave
as Ticko played the party blower
Toot sweets
Toot sweets
You’re too little for a wish
and your table is crowded
and so we made one for you
A blessed April day!
But Man, that offspring of corrupting Clay,
Subject to Err, and Subject to Decay:
In Hopes, Desires, Will, Power, a numerous Train,
Uncertain, Fickle, Impotent and Vain:
Must tire the Heav'nly Muse with endless Prayer,
And call the smiling Angels to his care.
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