Jul 6, 2008 12:29 AM
(a little early...)
You used to wet your beak with me
Now you hardly speak with me
I call you on your telephone
Just to hear your golden tone
But lately it's a futile scene
All I get is your machine
Just so you'll know I passed your way
Happy Birthday anyway
Hope you're surrounded by good friends
And think of "Poppy" now and then...