Oh, here's to the man who's reached the big five-oh, With a heart full of mirth and a mind all aglow. To us, he's the jester, the king of the jest, In search of a pub where the laughter is best. He saunters through life with a grin and a wink, At fifty, he's still on the youthful brink. They speak of a birthday, but we think it's daft, For surely they misplaced the official draft. Adventures aplenty he seeks with delight, Fearless by day and a hoot through the night. His tales are as tall as the pints that he downs, In every fresh pub of the raucous towns. Oh, how could you be fifty, oh humorous sage? In the book of raw laughter, you've skipped a whole page. Forever the prankster, forever the youth, In the joke of your life, lies the spark of the truth.