In wishing happy birthday to a man
Whose stories I love so. I feel less Kate
For not knowing till now. But I'm a fan
And better late than never, I shall say!
O Jeremy, your stories break my heart
And bend my mind in such a crazy way
How can I aught but love you, for my part?
I hope the gnomes and Mrs. J gave you
The day you wanted most, and that the clowns
That fill your attic kept well away, too.
May this next year be full of more profound
And lovely work to haunt us from your brain
To all our eyes and ears, is my refrain.