For my fifty fiffin fifth,
Mom asked me for a cinch.
World peace was the wish,
This is how’ll I’ll mince.
No more poo pooing,
Just more coo cooing.
No more queue queuing,
Just more Pro ooing.
It’s a privilege to be here,
Time to bling up the rear.
Like a Chinese on hot coals,
The oo-ooing sooths the folds.