So it's your fortieth birthday;
Four decades have gone and passed.
They say when you get older,
Time goes twice as fast.
I wouldn't know, of course,
Since I am still quite young,
But for you, the music is over;
Your last song has been sung.
You're just over the hill at forty;
You went down without a fight.
Time rushes on, and soon
That "hill" will be out of sight!
Happy Birthday Anyway!