In candles' glow on this grand night, Bob turns eighty, a birthday bright, A man of few words, wise and true, Whose tales unfold with each brew. From UK shores to NZ's green, Then to Australia's sunlit sheen, The world he's roamed, lands unfurled, Carried by dreams, he's a man well-worlded. Yet here by the fire, under starlit skies, With friends and warmth, his spirit flies, For in quiet moments, life’s stories lend, Bob finds his joy in brews and friends.