In nineteen hundred and sixty four
Love brought a blessing to a couple's door
Small and sweet, not much hair on his head
The tyke cried and pooped and wanted to be fed
Mom and Dad didn't worry, fret or care.
Their long-awaited son was finally there
They cooed and smiled, in awe of his face
Knowing full well that 9 months was no waste
Fast forward a mere forty-two years
Such child has made true their many fears
Also the man has brought them so much joy
That many a time they've said, "That's our boy!"
To us he is known as Phil the Thrill
But to those who love him he is dearer still
So on this the anniversary of his birth,
Let's all tell Phil how much he's worth.