Ach good Jock, so once again
Upon this dreary mortal plain
You've watch dull earth pursue its fun
By running roundly 'round the Sun

Yourself, I know, are more by far
Than simple gallops 'round some star
And have within you peace and Mind
That needs no name in Space or time.

But since around our humdrum Sol
We needs must run, no mind the toll
And since we see you rclear arrival
Congrats upon your swell survival!

And since it is our fate, why then
I wish you do it oft again
And yet again and once more too!
And happiest Birthdays, thence, to you!


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