Birthday Homicide
The singing is about to end,
Happy Birthday, my little friend.
Please think before killing me,
I’m just a cake candle, you see.
One exhale from you and I’m out.
If I had lungs, you’d bet I’d shout.
I want to live and grow hearty,
Not die at a birthday party.
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