Lordy, lordy, guess who's eighty, With laughter bright and steps still steady. Frank, the sage of endless stories, Wears his years like noble glories. A life well-lived in sunlit scenes, Each memory like starlit dreams. In his smile, the wisdom gleams, As time flows gently, like quiet streams. From youthful days to twilight's grace, He marks this milestone with embrace. Here's to Frank, whose spirit's flighty— Lordy, lordy, you're just eighty!