Today is my older brother Jim’s birthday.
We shared a bedroom the first 13 years of my life, he’s put up with my foibles and quirks with good humor for more than 50 years, he has stayed skinny and black-haired even as the years have weighed heavily on the rest of us, and he now lives an easy-going and comfortable partially retired lifestyle.
In honor of this birthday, I labored hard to compose this brief ditty, to be sung to the tune of Frere Jacques:
Happy Birthday,
Happy Birthday,
Brother Jim,
Brother Jim,
You are 55 now,
You are 55 now,
You don’t look it,
You don’t look it.
Happy Birthday!
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