A b-day shout-out


Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday, dear Popsters
Happy Birthday to you.

Eighty-seven years old
And your heart’s still pure gold
You’d-a never thunk up
All the things you’d behold.

Travelled far, been to war
Snagged my mom — what a score!
Three-plus decades professing
Who could ask for much more?

Oh, but there is just one thing
That I know life could bring
Just the wee thought that maybe
You have made others sing.

Well, you have, let me say
From now to your last day
You should know that we live
Knowing love’s the right way.

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