. . . and whose day is this?

                

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.

 

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