Kelli’s age, a playful riddle untold, Though today she turns forty-two years old, We laugh and jest as we count her ways, Claiming each birthday she backwards sways. From forty to thirty-eight, the years rewind, In this whimsical world where youth she’ll find, A time traveler’s charm, a life so spry, Embracing the years as they drift on by. Tick-tocks the clock, yet the years unfold, In joyful jest, a tale worth being told, Happy birthday, dear Kelli, young at heart, In this ageless dance we all take part.