Strike the match

Strike the match

Light the wick

It’s pouring rain

Or so it seems

Candle burning

Wax melting

Down the side

Onto frosting

Hip hip hooray

And so they cheer

Rosey cheeks

From the beer

In a trance

Take a breath

Blow the pain

re Birth not death

And there is your wish

Will you share

Or keep it a secret

Shall I dare

Ask