I will not no I will not go
To Geizel’s B-day romp and so so so so
You have fun at Teddie’s day B
But count me out because you see
When goping through his libberjazzle machine
I was left with nary a hair and flibbermajuks
instead of flabberkajoles where my eyebrows once plucked
So go go go you flutherkadoos
and spout frum frum and have great to dos
While I try to reverse the effects of the mazwerk
and then I will join you and Yertle, McGurk
To bangle and spangle and mutter harrooms
At the palace adacious and fangle barroom
We shall dance and fritter and frumper around
like bizzles and drazzles with cool basset hounds
And by the time you reach your buzz
I will come rumpin and humpin becuz
It is the good doctor’s day
and we all grew up and that ain’t hay
But even though we grew and we grew
We never forgot he loved you and loved you
and maybe just maybe perhaps it is true
there’s no doubt that maybe just maybe me too!
Happy Birthday you old rapscallion ballyswag
Your writing and rhyming and verse after verse
Have reached us so many and in the dark after night
you helped us be brave in spite of our fright
at knowing that just under the bed in our closet delight
Waited Pinner Blinn, Aaron, and cats 1, 2 and 3
and Brutus and Bumble-Tub and Finnis Mcgee
As well as Foona-Lagoona Baboona and Hooch
and Teenie Godiva a Goo-Goose and Gootch!
Well, I could go on and on and on and on
But just right now I think I hear
The Birthday Bird due soon quite near
Coming as quick as the Herk-Heimer Sisters
readying themselves for another big fister
So close your eyes and go to sleep
And when you wake you will be so deep
In colorful fancies and jibjabs galore
Now hush silly jelly I must out the door…