There once was a warrior named Bill <br />he had manners but went for the kill <br />but when decades went past <br />he admitted, at last <br />that he now was on top of the hill. <br /> <br />As he looked down the other side <br />the decision was whether to slide <br />down the rest of the way <br />or continue to play <br />while protecting from harm his old hide. <br /> <br />So he asked his recalcitrant mother <br />since they trusted completely each other <br />How she reached ninety years <br />she said 'dropp all your fears <br />you got thirty to go yet, Oh Brother! ' <br /> <br />So Bill, for your one-time Six-O <br />while it may be an ominous blow <br />we send flowers and ferns <br />wish you many returns <br />you are one man we're happy to know.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/happy-birthday-bill-limerick/
