Merry Birthday to you, shadow-puppet Brontosaurus!

You burgeoned from egga to mega in the time it takes to snap a finger across a thumb.

You may stand silent with glittery ashes on the scene, but your paralanguage tells me how you have really been.

If you wish upon a star today, please do not choose a falling one because if it hits here, you may need to batten down with splints—which could create a challenge regarding the extinction of your cake’s candles.

Even though you may not be known as the most graceful terrible lizzie, feel free to dingolay all you want—for birthdays are all about keeping both tails and tales busy. ; )