Birthday My Birthday The best of them all Birthday My birthday Don’t sing to me at all The awkwardness The fear When the waiters Draw near Where do I look What do I do with my hands I hated it so but I made it worse with a glance Eye contact With who I didn’t know But all I can remeber Is her saying “enjoy the show!” The waiters left Their song now sung They hated it as much as I did This is truly the last rung