A Birthday Again

 

Another year, and a birthday again

Efforts against as ever in vain

I’ll try not to mutter, to scowl, and complain

Another year and a birthday again

 

Another year and a birthday again

A little more tummy, a little less brain

A little less fire, a little more pain

Another year and a birthday again

 

Another year and a birthday again

When once again I will have to explain

That yes, I want cake, be it orange and plain

Another year and a birthday again

 

Another year and a birthday again

With presents, toy soldiers, a small model plane

Perhaps a wee pint, dear god no champagne

Another year and a birthday again

 

Another year and a birthday again

I want to be awful, I want to profane

But instead I will shiver, and so will refrain

Another year and a birthday again

 

Another year and a birthday again

And yet despite all I’m the same chap in the main!

But he’d laugh, and he’d scoff; he’d be so inhumane...

Another year and a birthday again