Here's to all happy people born
On February twenty-nine.
Tho' thro' four years they wait forlorn
For their next natal day to shine
They've this o'er ordinary folk
Each date revives an ancient joke.
And Dad, whose years are eighty-four,
Born in a leap year, heaps disdain
On those, who count him old and hoar.
And chuckles, "Why should I complain?
My bright young life has just begun,
Why, man, I've just turned twenty-one!"
First published in The Herald, 29 February 1928
Author reference sites: C.J. Dennis, Austlit, Australian Dictionary of Biography, Australian Poetry Library
See also.
On February twenty-nine.
Tho' thro' four years they wait forlorn
For their next natal day to shine
They've this o'er ordinary folk
Each date revives an ancient joke.
And Dad, whose years are eighty-four,
Born in a leap year, heaps disdain
On those, who count him old and hoar.
And chuckles, "Why should I complain?
My bright young life has just begun,
Why, man, I've just turned twenty-one!"
First published in The Herald, 29 February 1928
Author reference sites: C.J. Dennis, Austlit, Australian Dictionary of Biography, Australian Poetry Library
See also.
