'Tis the night before my birthday,
and all through the house
not a creature is stirring--
not even a mouse. (Thankfully!)
There's a bit of white cake left,
to celebrate with tomorrow,
and the flu bugs about gone--
(We'll celebrate without sorrow!)
The fish tank is waiting
in "Vacancy" style,
awaiting the fishes who'll come--
A piano-duet book
is hidden away someplace...
awaiting the right timing--
for our fingers to face.
Some unopened cards
finish out this pleasantry.
Now I can hardly wait for morning--
when I shall turn twenty three!