In a symphony of laughter and light, Evie turns thirteen, ready for flight. Her clarinet sings with a melody so sweet, A pretty tune dances on youthful, swift feet. Clever and funny, her wit like a spark, Lighting up rooms where shadows embark. A daughter who blossoms with grace every day, In the garden of life, she's laughter's bouquet. Happy birthday, dear Evie, may your music resound, In the concert of life, may your dreams know no bound.