I'm six foot eleven. My birthday covers three days.

I may not be physically present to stand by you while you cut your cake, but you’ll be in my thoughts today! Happy Birthday.

Some of them had been there two or three days. Some of them had not eaten in six days.

I used to be six foot four. Now that I'm old, I slouch. So, I'm six foot three.

Mondays taste like split-pea soup,

Tuesdays taste like gobbledygook,

Wednesdays taste like licorice,

Thursdays taste like deep-fried fish,

Fridays taste like the color red,

Saturdays taste like gingerbread,

Sundays taste like chicken breast,

But birthdays! Birthdays taste the best!

Birthdays taste like chocolate cake,

Balloons, presents, and sirloin steak.

It might have been their birthdays. I gave them each a gift.