Happy Birthday to dear Brunnen-G
You're now far from here, away at sea
A-sailing ship with square-rigged jig
"The Spirit of NZ": what a wonderful gig.
Getting up to go swimming at morning break
(Winter water is freezing, all hands quickly awake)
Then outward bound by dint of activities unknown
When you get back, I'm sure the tale will blush full-blown

*Guitar twang*
Are you sweating and grunting
And maybe loving every minute?
Watching your trainees go ripe manky
And strongly resistant?
Well make sure to heave 'em by the short hairs
Until they're all but twistant.
Working on your Birthday is sure to be fun
As long as the crewmaster's not Attila the Hun.

And now I'll skip to the end
Since there's no need for premonition's bell
Save at the end of the voyage you will certainly smell
Exactly like a teen spirit
But whoa, B-G, you'll still be JUST AS SWELL.

;-)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY


Wolf "Everyone *ought* to have today off to celebrate, always" spirit