may he never grow old
may he never run out of gold.
whether he wants to stuff himself with clam chowder
or cake his face with talcum powder,
whether he fills his belly with beer,
or whatever else that brings him cheer,
may his chins never cease to wobble,
may he always have enough to gobble.
bappida, may you and your horizons always grow broader
as you provide for this blog more and more fodder.