Happy birthday to you, sings everyone in the room. Someone hands you a knife, now you know what to do.

My kingdom is measured in inches, not miles.

I go forth with a wiggle, a wobble, and sway, not the fastest of walkers, but I’ll get there someday.

Wears a tight cap and leaves a bold trace, But lose the lid, it dries up in disgrace

Expose your bottom to people but just don’t do it in the dark. You cheeky monkey, you!