Happy birthday to you, my little stick,
bouncing high in the sky so quick.
Candles bloom like starry tricks,
your smile lights up the cake’s white bricks.
Clap your hands, spin around,
let every wish dive to the ground
and bounce back up with cherry sound—
today you’re king, today you’re crowned.
Blow the sparks, chase the night,
ride your song in paper-light;
no matter how the years ignite,
you’ll always be my glowing sight.