It’s party time and that means play!
The cake? the treats? that’s not his feast
It’s fun he craves, this silly beast
He’ll race the house, he’s down right wild
As if he were a manic child!
With toys and things he’ll dance and twist
But there’s one thing that can’t be missed.
The hall—With shrieks of joy, he will insist
Open up that door!—can i resist?
There pleasures lurk we find mundane
But smells and sounds are his terrain.
Out, out he goes, to roam and sniff
I’m glad he loves his birthday gift!