So the man named popfiend had a birthday (most keen!)
With comfort food eaten 'til his plate was cleeeean
And he's been quietly, amusedly celebrating
(Maybe a rousing rendition of "Come On Eileen"?)
So this was Good Birthday Number Umpteen
(With "Umpteen" a value determined by heeeeeem)
So, popfiend, put on your shirt that is green
And say "Happy Birthday! I want a trampoline!"
Here's to a happy birthday, good sir. And a happy day-after-your-birthday, and another, and another, and...