On your birthday, let me
Tell you a story of a group of three.
Good friends they were,
Who enjoyed it all, if only it was for free.
Hung out with some,
Waved along to most,
But failed to befriend any.
One blamed it on other,
And other on another,
They never chipped in a penny.
Together always they came with a smile,
And together they always walked
When they hung out with some
And waved along to most,
The true reasons were never talked.
Day after day, and week after week,
They came, cherished
And smiled with glee
Till one fine day, when everyone got robbed
Except for our 'free three'.
The streets were scanned
And choppers were shot,
But they bothered no clue,
And one is dead, the other hanged,
I know the third is you.
Happy Birthday to you, may your secrets never get disclosed
The party caps are ready and so is the cake,
The beer is brewing and the cookies are kept to bake.
Presents are already here and more are left to come,
The birthday-person is still not here, so let's take everything and run!
It all happened a while ago,
In the garden so beautiful with candles to blow.
They say an angel was born, on a beautiful day.
With merry little eyes and sweet tunes to play.
The next they knew the kid got serious and sane,
He went to choose a career to add to his parents' pain.
They went on to give him all, while he went on to take it all,
Until the day of redemption was called.
Just kidding you with this poem,
'Coz it was a wonderful day when you were born.