Birthday Poem - A Community of Angels & Olives

A potentially apocryphal tidbit: the " "Happy Birthday" song (you know the one) is copyrighted—it can't be sung unless you want to fork up some of those birthday card bucks to some lawyers (they might ask for cake, too)...so we'll have to make do, that is, a song with what words we can find that haven't yet been conscripted for warring civilly, or: business (see: branding). Roll Call: Angel...&...Olives...Community I suspect poor research has been done and lawsuits are to come...but today's the day so we simply must make our song! "I know a place amidst the trees in Italy or Greece where angels work tire- lessly to confer the graces of age: potty training and training wheels are traded for taxes and tiring...but most of all from this groovy grove, this community of angels and olives comes the most assured sign of aging...of all!...a love of jazz and a taste for olives!" I'm so sorry...this was the best I could do on such short notice! Forgive me