Oh, Mary-Keith oh Mary-Keith I would hold a rose in my teeth and sing you songs of love and passion as you are the pinnacle of fashion when you walk down Capitol street.
Happy Birthday, MK. We should totally go out drinking when I turn 21. AKA, visit me in Hungary/Ghana.
There once was a red-head named Rhiannon who served all day long as a stand-in for the Presidence of Jalepenos 'cause she knew the lingo of how to get the spicin' outstandin'.
Happy Birthday, Rhiannon. You and I, we sing silly songs.
There once was a girl from Ohdessie whose name was none other than Jessi. Her talent was grand in the palm of her hand she could list all the flavors of Nestle.
Happy (slightly) belated birthday, darlin' Jessi. Thank you for all you do.