A lady with rosy cheeks fair
And abundant and beautiful hair
Had fixed up her garden
‘Twas anything but Spartan
And grew lovely shrubberies there
She lived with her mother and son
And there was no end to the fun
They had all together
In all sorts of weather
From dawn ‘til the day was done
She drew out and sketched up her thoughts
And large trees and flowers she bought
She fixed up backyards
Like picture postcards
Until they looked just as they ought
Her job and her work, they both grew
Until she had so much to do
That she moved to
Was as happy as Buddha
And lived to a hundred and two
And on each of those many birthdays
She would celebrate different ways
But the one she remembered
Was the one in December
The most joyful of freezing cold days
They drank tea and ate lovely scones
Prepared and hand-baked at home
And though it was Tiki
They all just had tea
Trader Joe’s swears it was China-grown
So happy birthday to you here and now
We hope that you will recall how
In these long ago times
Of tea, scones and fine wines
We gathered right here and avowed
That Candice was loved for the sake
Of what she gave without thought to the take
And so, on this day,
I am sure we all pray,
This thing ends so that we can eat cake!
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