Mind the E, So It’s Not “Happye Birthdaye” Anymore

I’ve cherished the good times and awesome memories we have shared so far.

You make me admire you lots; I can’t even help myself.

You’ve helped me find my mom. And I never get tired of your stories.

And I wike tawking wike a widdle kid wif you.

And I like your relationship with the NYPD.

And your friendship with me.

Here’s to your birth. On this day. On this earth.

Say, a prime number of years ago.

And an indefinite number of years ahead.

Happy Birthday, Brook.

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