my beau likes to call me his star-bellied sneetch
a thought borrowed from seuss; o, the things he can teach
about tolerance, love, and even tattoos
about fun and about things like fish, reds and blues
today is his birthday, this seuss friend of mine
so go out and celebrate, sparkle and shine
live like you’ve stepped out of one of his books-
be happy, be you, and ignore all the looks
from the people all stuffy and rotten and mean
they don’t know, do they? -the wonders we’ve seen.
happy birthday, dear seuss, wherever you are
your words may be small but they’ve traveled quite far
the one thing you’ve taught us that’s truer than true
is that nobody, nowhere, is you-er than you.