Ode To JOY
Oh, Joy
You are the real mccoy
And now you're employ[ed]
So you can enjoy
Like Helen of Troy
So many more toy[s]
(It's hard to avoi[d]
rhyming with "boy")
Seriously though,
there's so much snow
and I love you mo'
than each flake combined, yo!
You're the best,
the most beautiful,
the funniest, too
so happy birthday today
straight from me, right to you