Happy Birthday Rooster

To the Roostaah Maan on his Grand 60th

In Ogmore’s grand mansion, feathers gleam bright,

A rooster of wisdom, a beacon of light.

He strums the blues with a vintage flair,

Kind and clever, beyond compare.

A husband, a father, with love in his stride,

Gentle and noble, with joy as his guide.

A loyal friend, steadfast through years,

Maharaja Blues thrives from his sweat and his gears.

Nerdy delights and creative surprise,

He builds little worlds where laughter flies.

With passion and effort, his music takes wing,

A rooster whose heart makes the whole hall sing.

So raise up a cheer, let the laughter flow free,

For Maharaja Rich, as grand as can be.

A surprise awaits, with delight in the mix

Now he has turned 60, let’s cheer him to the hilt!

Maharaja Rich the Rooster, feathers shining gold and red,

Oh Yeah, Maharaja Rich the Rooster, feathers shining gold and red.

Got himself a brand‑new bus pass

but them buses all play dead.

In the scorching summer heat, he stands there fanning with his wing,

Oh that scorching summer heat, makes a rooster want to sing.

But the timetable’s a rumour, and the bus don’t bring a thing.

Then the seaside storms come crashing, waves howlin’ like a train,

Yeah the seaside storms come crashing, wind slappin’ at his mane.

Still he waits there calm and royal

but no bus rolls down that lane.

When the pounding rain is falling, soaking feathers to the bone,

Oh that pounding rain is falling, and he’s shivering on his throne.

But the road stays empty, silent

Rich is waiting all alone.

He’s got patience of a saint, but the company muffs its cues.

And Maharaja Rich

keeps on waiting

And singing them Bus Pass Blues.

Diolch/Thanks Miku for the birthday 🎂 🥳 wishes.

Maharaja Blues