Birthday poem (silly)

When pigs start to fly
and when hades gets cold,
that's when you might
be the victim of old.

old cannot touch you,
you're out of it's reach,
it's stuck in bad traffic
while you're on the beach.

now, laugh from your belly
and smile from your heart.
you'll stay ever-youthful,
a true work of art.

so, take joy in your youth
and be cheerful and gay.
and of course...most of all,
have a happy birthday!