When God gave out rhythm
He Sure was good to you
You can add, subtract, multiply and divide by two
I know today's your birthday and I did not buy no rose
But I wrote this song, instead, and I call it "Popsicle toes."
Popsicle toes are always froze
You're so brave to expose
All those Popsicle toes
You must have been Mr. Olympian
With all that amplitude;
How come you always load your Pentax when I am in the nude?
We can have a birthday party and you can wear your birthday clothes,
Then we can hit the floor and go explore those Popsicle toes
You've got the finest North America
This sailor ever saw
I like to feel your warm Brazil and touch your Panama.
But your Tierra del Fuegos are nearly always froze
We've got to seesaw 'til we finally thaw those Popsicle toes.
(Contributed by Machiel Bain - November 2002)