It is your birthday.
There is someone that I look up to
I mean quite literally
My son, my gentle giant
A cherub that's tall as a tree!
Not child but not yet a man
Wee, regardless of stature
Stubborn as mule sometimes he is
Yet silly and sweet is his nature
Today is his birthday hip hooray!
Deserving of great celebration
For mostly he is unassuming
It’s our duty to pour on elation
So sing out his praises and laud him
Although he might blush as we hoot
For there is no one that’s quite like him
His heart big as his size thirteen foot!
We hug him so close that it crushes
With glee watch him blow out his candle
He deserves all of the joy in the world
And all the happiness that he can handle!