The NY timeline makes you 22
Its taken a while
To get that last mile
Now lets party at yer chuckety do
Now chuckety aint really a word
But its rhythm is like that of a bird
One with no wings
That tortuously sings
In a style that is abysmally absurd
It sings in the key of B-flat
Until the cat drags it onto the mat
With no wings it cant fly
So puir wee birdie must lie
Its not a bird but a baby cat
So the cat smiles and says hello
Its jaws relax and do let the bird go
They chat for some time
About a nickel and dime
And the owl pissed off to a show
Now I interject with a timely boast
As my egg is ready to place on the toast
The yolk it is runny
So I thought it quite funny
That the white looks like its seen a ghost
So what has all this got to do
With the fact that you're now 22
I just wanted to say
A big Happy Birthday
and as usual I've no effin clue
Love you too
Mum & Dad xxx
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