My dad’s best, says Bug.
With a kick, LG agrees.
We have wise children.

Pretty awesome day
To have a birthday I think.
On Eight eight oh eight.

Let’s celebrate your
Birthday on eight eight eight eight
At one hundred nine.

Because I would like
To have you around that long
Even with no teeth.

I am tired of
Counting syllables now, so
To close I’ll just say:

I love you. Happy birthday!

Lorso stares down twenty nine with his steely gaze.