I wish you love
I wish you joy
From this old broad
To a handsome boy
But the boy has gone
Now stands the man
The perfect specimen
In God's plan
May every wish
Of yours come true
And good luck enters
In all you do
So dont you groan
Or make a pout
As your candles flicker
When you blow them out
Just know you are loved
By all, far and wide
Happy Birthday Rob
We say with pride
Twenty five years
Have gone in a blink
To the next twenty five
I raise my drink!
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