A joy of which I’ll not partake
Is eating children’s birthday cake.
To “blow out” candles, in a word,
Is really patently absurd:
Each puff contains sufficient moisture
To propagate your av’rage oyster.
So, Birthday-Boy and ditto-Daughter,
Withhold from me your whiff of water.
I do not need some little squirt
To atomize on my dessert.
Among the things I will not do
Is have my cake and drink it, too.