When he was One, he had just begun.
When he was Two, he was nearly new
When he was Three, he was hardly he
When he was Four, he was so much more
When he was Five, he was very alive,
But now he is six, he's clever as clever,
and I think he'll be six now for ever and ever.
(Or maybe just a nice long year.)
Happy birthday to my baby, my big boy, my engineer, my scientist, my enquiring mind, my constant talker, my reader and writer, my machine-maker, my glass-half-full optimist, my heart, my son.