I May Have Had More Birthdays, But You'll Always Be Older
February nine and twenty
Comes round just each quadrennium;
Except at times an even cent'ry,
It hardly misses any o' 'em.
And too, the weekday it appears
Is never once repeated,
Till after 28 full years
Its circuit is completed.
Though few your birthdays, I'll allow
(Fourteen of them, all told),
You've finished two full cycles now—
I think that makes you "old".