This was the poem I found for Keaton's card this year.
Are there birthdays up in Heaven?
Does the Angel blow his horn?
Announcing to everybody
That this is the day that you were born?
Can the stars be your balloons
And Angel food your cake?
Presents wrapped in moonbeams
All the Angels helped to make.
So we'll whisper a little prayer today
Asking everyone up above
To sing you a happy birthday song
And give you all our love.
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