Something in the pocket
Of your puffy red jacket
Jumps and jitters
And makes a big racket.

I’m sure it glitters
And I see a spark.
Sometimes it takes wing
Flying into the park.

It has a birthday today
That exciting little thing,
A poem in itself
That makes me want to sing.

I'm not much of a poet, but I want to say to Lena Grace, happy birthday! You're a glittery, sparkly, poem in yourself!