Sixty today, should I call you by your name‘Baby’?
But believe me you are NO ole baby
Wrapped with a heart of gold
Your words are soft but still quite bold
Untouched by world’s cruel life style
Living always with a big broad smile
Having touched many weak, low minds
You helped them bloom in flowers upright
How do you curse, those abusive verse?
That is still coated with buttery words?
Your laughter is heard across the ocean
It rings with love and true affection
At sixty, hope you will grow more bold
Remember, you are not that old
Your inspiration is contagious, maybe
Although you are still called ‘Baby’