Happy, happy, happy birthdays!
You deserve no f'ing less,
Cuz you've all survived this GD far
Without making too much of a mess.

You haven't killed too many people.
And tho' the gas you emit might be foul,
It's not even of World War One standards,
So cheer up! And next time use the bowl.

You're not too old yet to be frightful,
You've still got your eyes and your nose,
Tho' things may be looking somewhat bleary
And nothing smells quite like a rose.

So have a Great, Happy Birthday!
And may you have many more
Your kind ain't found much these days
And we need 'em by platoons, by the score!