Happy Birthday Stevie
from Sallie, special friend,
and the Adlers, Stassis and Simmonses
who all say you’ve been round the bend.

God bless your dear mother
who helped you go through school.
How proud she must be of you
that you’re in Honolulu.

I do not mean to embarrass you,
but it’s said you like wine, women and song
and travel. Oh, how you love Paris,
Greece, South Africa and London.
You seem lots of fun, hon’.

I’m also told you are quite the paradox.
You worked with taxes, suit and tie
and now you wear just Bermudas.

Modern art – that you like –
But not modern music.
Color blind, but you take
Such nice little pics.

Oh, “Happy Hippo,”
do you remember
that night we all got drunk
on French cognac
while smoking Gauloises
and listening to

Edith Piaf’s “Rien de rien”?
Oh, Steve, those were the days!
Voulez vous couchet avec moi?
Oops, I got carried away!

Happy Birthday dear Steve.
May your days be filled with
swimming in the big ocean,
garlic and smelly cheese.
Happy Birthday!