To acknowledge my dear sister's club of new and increasing stature, I honor you, "of'en" (frequently) this day in song and glory. With cat like tread, my hearts on fire with undaunted men in blue and men who plow the sea searching for a bevy of beautiful maidens. Perhaps we should celebrate this day on leap year, but I am a slave of duty, and will continue with pre-laid plans; Tarantara!
Yet the breeze is but a rover, when he wings away,
brook and poplar mourn a lover, sighing "Well-a-day"
what a fickle breeze
posted by the original pirate king