Just once I turned my cluttered head <br />'twas late here in Down Under <br />so off I went to find my bed <br />outside was storm and thunder. <br />I dreamed that Chelsea turned seventeen <br />I should have baked a cake, <br />an applestrudel topped with cream <br />and then I'd be awake <br />to join her with a second spoon <br />and give her mother none <br />just wait, young girl, so very soon <br />your teenage years of fun <br />will be a distant memory <br />your parents will be old <br />there is, in you, it seems to me <br />another heart of gold.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/happy-birthday-chelsea/
