It's your special day,
All of 70 years old,
Your heart is filled with pure gold,
And your speech filled with wise cracks,
However much I rack,
The insides of my brain,
It certainly does not rain,
The wisdom which you disguise under sarcasm,
You've always kept me humble and advised me without words to tame my ego dragon,
Happy 70th mum,
You've seen me glum,
And you've seen me merry,
But your presence always make things feel less scary,
Enjoy your day,
Today and everyday,
We love you,
As much as your chicken stew.
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