On Zahra’s birthday, sixteen years alive, She dreams of dancing with new friends in tow, In silk bonnets, her spirit takes a dive. With cats, her love and kisses truly thrive, At camp, off inflatables, she lets go, On Zahra’s birthday, sixteen years alive. She reigns in Mario Kart, feels alive, In Call of Duty, her skills fiercely show, In silk bonnets, her spirit takes a dive. Concerts, with tickets she’ll fiercely contrive, While dubious dance moves steal the whole show, On Zahra’s birthday, sixteen years alive. Angry kid faces, the memories revive, As hairstylist, her fashion sense flows, In silk bonnets, her spirit takes a dive. A pool shop worker, where tales often thrive, With Dad’s card, she’s a maestro, skilled and slow. On Zahra’s birthday, sixteen years alive, In silk bonnets, her spirit takes a dive.