Happy Birthday Barbara S.

In the North where the sun shines each day lives young Barbara, quite near the Bay. She keeps busy with birds cleaning up tiny turds and with painting the house without pay. There are cockatiels, silent and singers, they will nibble on visitors' fingers. Though I wouldn't put past that at least and at last she's acquired a real humdinger. How's a white one with silver crest? And a fluffy but well endowed chest, on her afternoon walks she would take one that talks in cold weather he'd hide in her vest. It is said former neighbours are sad, in Karana, the ones slightly mad. They were fond of long hair and of greetings to share but our Barbara is really glad, I remember her once telling me of the op called a dicktomy though I'm doubtful they would or that anyone could after all, it would change how you pee! Well today is her birthday, at last. She might have a great day and a blast, started counting the years and the ones in arrears there were hundreds it seems in her past. So we wish her a most pleasant time, have a gin and a slice of fresh lime. Many happy returns and some flowers and ferns and I hope you are pleased with this rhyme.