Doing my homework,
I jumped out of the window
And started to fly
There once was a silly boy named Jack
From his mother, he always got a smack
Sometimes he broke a bat
And sat on a cat
So he would sometimes reflect, and sit in a sack
If everyday was my birthday,
Would my hands be filled with presents?
Or would my family and my friends say “Happy Birthday” everytime?
What makes birthdays so special is rarity