¡Felicidades, Anniehall!

Hoy es tu cumple, Anniehall. Llevas tiempo preparándolo para que todos pasemos un día muy bueno. Eres así, siempre te preocupas más de los demás que de ti.

A nosotros nos dejas la parte de buscar qué regalarte que siempre será menos de lo que te mereces.

Yo te voy a poner aquí una canción que espero que te guste. Los otros regalos llegarán dentro de un rato y me voy a poner a hacer tortitas con los niños para que tengamos un desayuno especial.

Muchas felicidades, Bueni. Aunque como digo siempre los que tenemos la felicidad asegurada somos los que estamos junto a ti y disfrutamos de tu alegría y bondad. Bueno, y de tu maldad también, que la guardas normalmente para la pobre gente del ¡Hola!, que no sé qué te habrá hecho la pobre Terelu y demás caterva couché.

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That thing that makes birds forget to sing

Yes, you've got that thing, that certain thing

You've got that charm, that subtle charm

That makes young farmers desert the farm

'Cause you've got that thing, that certain thing

You've got what Adam craved when he

With love for Eve was tortured

She only had an apple tree

But you, you've got an orchard

You've got those ways, those taking ways

That make me rush off to Cartier's

For a wedding ring, you've got that thing

You've got that thing, you've got that thing

That thing that makes vines prefer to cling

Yes, you've got that thing, that certain thing

You've got those looks, those fatal looks

That make book censors enjoy their books

'Cause you've got that thing, that certain thing

Just what made Samson be, for years

Delilah's lord and keeper

She only had a pair of shears

But you, you've got a reaper

You've got that power, that power to grip

That makes me map out a wedding trip

For the early spring, you've got that thing

You've got that thing, you've got that thing

That thing that makes bees refuse to sting

Yes, you've got that thing, that certain thing

You've got that kiss, that kiss that warms

That makes reformers reform reforms

'Cause you've got that thing, that certain thing

They tell us Trojan Helen's lips

Made every man her slavey

If her face launched a thousand ships

Well, yours could launch a navy

You've got that that love, and such a lot

It makes me think you're prepared for what

Any stork might bring, you've got that thing