On a Tuesday's gentle break, A dawn so crisp and bright, Timmy wakes to soft winds' quake, As forty candles light. Years like whispers in the breeze, Unfurl noble tales of old, With wisdom woven 'midst the trees, And heart that's pure as gold. Forty steps upon this earth, Each one with laughter sown, A testament to joy and mirth, In seasons he has known. So, raise a glass to Timmy's time, This man of warmth and cheer, May skies remain his birthday chime, For many a cherished year.