She's not that old, a youth with wings,
always pink in the happy things.
A poetess who lights our way,
and keep us from the mad foray.
She counts her blessings, not the miles,
always fun, Gert shows her smiles.
Romantic poems flow from her pen,
in flames of passion, now and then.
When I grow up, I'd like to be,
Queenly like our Gert, you see.
She's royalty here, oh yes, it's true,
fan her now with your review.
Don't forget to wish her well,
It's her birthday, can't you tell?
I brought Neil Diamond, he's here too,
A double treat from me to you!
Happy birthday, sweet, dear Gert!
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