Wearing black on a sunny day
Watching flowers move in the wind
Just saw a bird, she's lost her way
Some would say clip her wings
He reached out and took my hand
Waving his arms, conducting the show
He sits down. he will not stand
Waiting for his 22 candles to blow
A polka came on, he danced in his chair
All of his favorites are by Myron Floren
Mr. Bubble or he doesn't care
If you're lucky he might call you Old Man
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