It's week after when Americans declared their independence
And thirty years ago you sprung
With the two singing birds as your guardian
They thank God for having you and tied their hearts for evidence
Even earth tried to measure your barometer
But it built without the carpenter
As you could realize what is better
Otherwise, you think it over and decided forever
How this man came out in your bibliography?
Probably, he gives a lot to make you happy
But don't try to make him angry
Because he feels sad secretly the entire day
Thanks God the Almighty, for giving us this fortunate day
To celebrate your natal day
A gift from him showers everyday
Because it was done accordingly and waiting for
"him or she" when ready
How sweet it is, if there's someone calls you a " mother" ?
How could it be, if there's someone calls me a " father" ?
But no sweeter than, if we could call someone "son or daughter"
Because we are the kind of parents that loving each other
" La...la...la...la...la..." of what the " Last Waltz" end
" Na...na...na...na...na..." of what the other songs begin
But mostly folks lovely sing this song in foreign
" HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU ", of what they begin and end.
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