In the land of laughter and sparkling cheer, Matti turns seventy, the jubilee near. Known as Suppa, with an ever-youthful heart, His wit and charm, a work of art. King of 8 Ball with a cue in hand, In every room, he takes command. "Fine now that I’m talking to you," he’ll say, Bringing sunshine to any cloudy day. With Lilly, his muse, by his side, Together they dance on life's joyful tide. A debonair fellow with love to share, In each endeavor, he’s aware and fair. A napper expert, he dreams with grace, Wakes to join his breakfast fruit club's embrace. Volunteers with spirit, spontaneous glee, In his laughter, all are set free. A creative heart, a gregarious soul, A funny man who fills every role. Seventy years, yet young and spry; Everyone loves this fun guy. This is Suppa—a legend, a gem, so debonair, A birthday worth celebrating, precious and rare.