These are the days I live for,
That smile, the twinkle, the expression I so adore,

Today was definitely her day,
I now know why birthdays are called your day,
The warmth and the joy crept from deep within,
The face radiant with bliss head to chin,

And to think today is not even her actual birthday,
Not that she cared as long as there’s celebration every day,

So she made sure she dolled up today,
Complete with earrings and fancy braid on her hair,

She loved it when her friends sang for her,
Not to miss cutting the cake and the chocolate distribution thereafter,

She’s such a baby in this way,
Like most of them she simply loves her birthday