A stork was high in the sky,
’twas years ago.
It circled, then swooped very low.
In a humble home, it dropped by.
“Aha! It’s a boy, however tiny.”
He stared, he smiled,
The couple, overjoyed, almost cried.
“Thank heavens, finally, our baby!”
Now he turns five,
What a boy he has become.
Ever so active, so full of life.
This poem is for him, from dad and mom.
Happy Birthday Marcus!