Now I'm Sixty-Four
Now that I'm older losing my brain
Many years from when?
Will you still be sending me a box of cheese?
Birthday greetings? Bottle of fleas?
When I fall asleep at quarter to ten
Will you let me snore?
Will you still need me?
Will you still feed me?
Now I'm sixty-four.
Happy Birthday, Christopher Newton
from the Pondering Pig
Many years from when?
Will you still be sending me a box of cheese?
Birthday greetings? Bottle of fleas?
When I fall asleep at quarter to ten
Will you let me snore?
Will you still need me?
Will you still feed me?
Now I'm sixty-four.
Happy Birthday, Christopher Newton
from the Pondering Pig
posted by Christopher Newton at 4:41 AM
6 Comments:
Happy Birthday! Many returns of the day! Save me some cake!
Happy birthday from me too, Chris. No bottle of fleas on the way. Be at peace. Bro' Gary
Wow, Chris - This is a milestone. Even better than the 33 1/3 birthday or the 45 birthday. I've great expectations for the 78 birthday. See a pattern here? A very happy birthday to you and many many more to come.
Carrie
Snerzurf snorf kavoishod, ushfi manil! That's Happy Birthday in Old Piggish. But of course you know that already. Enjoy the custard!
Have a good one, Chris! Sincere best wishes ~ Carol
Kirst, I got lost right at the first word, Snerzurf. Does that mean "in the beginning"? Or "my pajamas are red?" It's been a long time since my class in Old Piggish. I never saw the point of reading Snortoboar in the original Old Piggish anyway. But I did like the part where Snortoboar swam to the bottom of the pond to slay the monster Schmendel.
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