Of your sixty-nine,
we are little over the line.
In your nascent days,
we were there to stay.
since you’ve learned to walk,
we’ve learned to talk.
seldom we fray,
into the narrow alley where you stay.
In your sixty-nine,
we proclaim to be thine.
Throughout the year,
we seldom remember the line.
Of your sixty-nine,
I have hardly called you mine.
Of your sixty-nine,
I have barely known you nine.
Of my twenty-four,
I have known you all the more.
So, on your sixty-nine;
I would proudly call you mine.
