Holy Crap! I used to think 70 was an age to abhor.
Broken and old and weak and mostly a snore.
But I was stupid, and my wisdom was really poor.
‘Cause now I see you’re nobler than a great Conquistador!
And since today you have turned Seventy-Four.
Four years older than that thought (I must now ignore!)
I admit you can fight a bull better than the greatest matador,
And roar louder than that ancient angry tyrannosaur!
You rule the forests and glens like a mighty wild boar,
And run the garage as the skilled, master carpen-tor.
With craft, gadget, and trinket, even a video cabinet door.
(2 of them even) so many skills. It makes my brain sore.
You can catch all the salmon, trout and pike right from the shore!
And do I have even to open the computer programming Door?
Speaking java, and c, and c+, and c++, and so many more…
Before you, other programmers tremble, and give up the war.
You run circles ‘round them all, and then scare them some more.
But you run your home like a wise and benevolent mentor.
As a father, a daddy, and a friend, you’re the one I adore.
I’m so happy today is your Birthday, birthday number Seventy-Four!
Happy Birthday Daddy, LOVE YOU!
