I'm glad we've reached one hundred,
Even if it's just another number,
The stories that come to my head,
And feelings of soft chest blubber.
 
To all the stories I've read and loved,
May you stay inside my heart,
And those that turn me white gloved,
I dream it's just the very start.
 
In memory of those before me,
Take heed with these few words,
And with this sight, remind thee,
Summon up the white feather birds,
 
Soon upon us comes the day of hope,
I know more than one, I shall see there,
And with your waifu you shall elope,
May the tides, winds and your love be fair.