It is your birthday.

There is someone that I look up to

I mean quite literally

My son, my gentle giant

A cherub that's tall as a tree!

Not child but not yet a man

Wee, regardless of stature

Stubborn as mule sometimes he is

Yet silly and sweet is his nature

Today is his birthday hip hooray!

Deserving of great celebration

For mostly he is unassuming

It’s our duty to pour on elation

So sing out his praises and laud him

Although he might blush as we hoot

For there is no one that’s quite like him

His heart big as his size thirteen foot!

We hug him so close that it crushes

With glee watch him blow out his candle

He deserves all of the joy in the world

And all the happiness that he can handle!