O! She, Happy birthday thee!

An un-thought birthday song he thinks,
for the lovely star that never blinks,
for making her remember love and care,
for fulfilling her dreams in everway and everywhere,
He thinks, yes, he thinks.

An Un-read birthday song he writes,
of the beautifull goddess of lights,
of making her fell all the joys,
of sending her chocolates and toys,
He writes, Yes, He writes.

An Unheard birthday song he sings,
to the flying buitterfly that lovingly swings,
to make her smell all the flower petals,
to protect her in all the battles,
He sings, Yes, He sings.

And he slowlyt whishpers,
"O!She, Hapy birthday Thee!"