Kingly Gifts

Introductory poem:

When the day of the week is Friday
And the day of the month thirteen
Then I celebrate my birthday
Like any king or queen

I open up my presents
And write my thank you notes
For the jewels and spice and elephants
And the palaces and boats

But these are merely trinkets
In my exalted sphere
For when I have a birthday
I give gifts that have no peers

If you'd like to have the moon, see me
If you'd like to have the Adriatic Sea, see me
If you're smitten with a star in Pleiades, say please
You never know it may be yours tomorrow

If you'd like to have the sun or snow
If you'd like to have the rain or just the bow
If you feel you need a continent of trees, say please
You never know it may be yours tomorrow

I give gifts that last forever
I give mountains, I give hills
I give calm or stormy weather
I give moon beams, I give rills
I give planets, I give oceans
I give craters on the moon
I give oxygen and helium
And occasional typhoons

If you feel you need some stars, see me
If your telescope is crying for Mars, see me
If you long to have the upper stratosphere, take cheer
You never know it may be yours tomorrow

I give gifts that are important
I give gifts of consequence
No one gives the gifts that I give
No one dares have that much sense

I'm the king that owns the universe
Yes I gave it to myself first
But I'm generous beyond my kingdom years, my dear
You never know what may be yours
So plan your universal tours
You never know what may be yours tomorrow

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