Lily's Birthday Poem

Happy birthday,
To the one and only Fearasaur,
Nineteen weeks and I must say,
First time you’re the big one four.

Phail frog is quite strange,
With her addiction to excess butter,
Who over time has changed,
But I still love her.

We party in the tub,
Everyday baby,
It is our own little club,
Where we all act crazy!

She acts all black,
But at her heart she is not that way,
In the future she might wear white and slack,
As a member of the KKK.

And as she grows old,
We will travel all around,
To places far from cold,
Where awesomeness can be found.

But until then she will just chill,
Waiting for her time,
Where rap she will,
To her favorite rhymes.

And when we meet,
We will go crazy,
Our lives will be complete,
And for a few days we will be less lazy.

Sleep is her passion,
And for naps she always finds time,
It is her favorite fashion,
And our group naps are mine.

But I digress,
I’ll send you on your way,
But I wish for the best,
And that you have a great birthday. [: