Song for fifty

As I stand here waiting for my time [bad word]  I follow in your steps, I follow when [bad word] 

From the jaws of disaster, from a planet besieged by deadly ancient foes.

And you still make me smile when you stop and turn and say: 'This is a creature we can understand, a living being, it is just being. If we could find what's on its mind then perharps

We might survive.'

And as we stumble down our slow road I can't but wonder what would it be like. [bad word] away with you through time, where would we go who might we find. But on we go, cutting our paths, only one way, one day at a time, while you embrace the universe, spinning your way on the fast road, limitless endless.

So my dear friend you're getting kinda old now (or maybe we are). And now our children watch you do the deeds we marvelled at wondered at. From the jaws of disaster, from a planet besieged by deadly ancient foes.

It's not the end yet there is no end.

Fumbling and bumbling while all around is [bad word] and stumbling through time like you're a mad man still it's humbling to watch you reconcile divergent creeds without succumbing to the lure of weapons, force or greed you only use intelligense and jokes and charm.

Happy birthday. Doctor. You.