Happy Birthday Dear!

Say something about telling and being and love. A dance for afterwards or right before, like when in anticipation your little heart beats too fast.

I'd like to keep things nice

Coppery metallic taste

not your average lady

a little bit uncooked maybe

and swept back, without bobby pins

walking briskly ahead of the pack

with a slight trotty trot trot

whistling and digging through

a purse that is full of everything

but not full of anything she needs

least of all a warm apricot