Lucky Richard.
He was born this day,
A beautiful spring afternoon in May
When the sun is free to be its perfect way
Of shiny, happy, not to hot,
A blissful glee for the get-me-nots,
And the forget-about-me's.
The trees are green,
And all that stuff, you know what I mean,
And Lucky Richard,
Born this day in May.
Oh, and did I mention,
He passed away last year?

-jenn