In the cradle of dawn, the air hums with cheer, Kenneth Ernest awakens to his 64th year. A tinkerer's spirit, with hands that create, He dreams of new journeys, miles in his gait. Oh pesky black cows, with curiosity bold, Once again breach the fence their antics unfold. But today let them wander, let chaos have play, For birthday's embrace turns worry away. He dreams of a thousand miles yet to roam, Each step a new beat, each pause a new home. In the heart of the meadow where laughter resounds, Kenneth Ernest finds joy where life's wonder abounds.