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- We have Paris

- Five fatherly decades

- La de da and dee dee dee

- Five motherly decades

- Four score for Grandad

- Christ-mouse Day

- Grand ole Canyon

la de da and dee dee dee

Today's the birthday of my honeybee
La de da and dee dee dee
Dupiduu and smee smee smee

Dispenses kisses with ch-ching
Knows not of the way of naughty things

Kaunis ripset, ski-jump nose
She also has freaky toes

Rolls her eyes then shakes the head
Asks 'can we start sleeping?' when in bed

Aces angel and cheeky chops
Has a wardrobe full of pinky tops

24:7 you battle the world
Usually becoming a crunky girl

Girly things and achy skin
Even with the washing machine you can't win

It's hard being Mrs B every day
With 'don't waste that - eat it away'

Blink in pics and crack your neck
So slow shuffling a card deck

Pineapple Breezers and triple Malibu
Hangover days with sweets and Minttu

Is she Geena Davis or Meg Ryan
Ask her nicely to perform air organ

Sensitive, stubborn and an Aries
You looked great as a green fairy

Eetvartti, Virrat was our start
Eiffel in Paris is tied to your heart

Writes her diary every night
Even cheers on the black and white

"Hello, Päivi here" is your phrase
Loves the mullet spotting craze

Julia & Phoebe really annoy
Mr B Adams you don't enjoy

Loves Madonna without a doubt
But does the stereo have to shout?

Double scoop, butter pecan
Only if you say 'Why aye man!'

Donald or Aku you don't care
So long as you can twizzle your hair

Loves her photos and Ruben the cat
Spends an age carefully removing fat

Cats and kittens and rainbows
You really are my Finnish rose

With each hmphh I know you love it
Love me, this poem and my wit

Because it is the birthday of my honey bee
Dupiduu and smee smee smee
La de da and dee dee dee