Bear with me a little
I'm a bit rusty with my writes
and I'm rather tired
from staying up half the night.
Exam notes in front of me
and music in my head;
beside me is a raincoat
all in fire red.

But today bears no excuses
especially concerning the color of the sky;
you'd best not ask me "doushite?"
for today is special, yes--
no reason other for dreams Sp'beth.

Your present was not simple
thought I, "a drawing or a song?"
but then I chose something else
to keep us awake for long
I wish my handwriting was flowy
so I could get Twilight into this
but I can only warn you
to beware of papers crisp.

Evil magicpeoples
best stay away from you
for a mob of hugging pirates
are searching for ye, too.

I'm sorry that I'm rambling;
I'll just say this now:
happy happy birthday,
tanjoubi omedetou,
feliz cumpleaños,
rum and scones, we say, yo ho!
Have a merry day of birth;
what would we do without you, dare,
from writing salty chapters
to reporting photo news of there.
Don't just have a happy birthday
but another year to ye!
After all, it's only once,
that yer matey turns magic seventeen.