Full Deck Birthday Poem

Go out and snip off some snowbells in bloom
Doom, doom, doom

Untarnish my grandmother's silver-plate spoon
Doom, doom, doom

Hound the gray dust-hares from room to room
Doom, doom, doom

Unbar the front door, they'll be here soon
Doom, doom, doom

Blush to a jolly-old, croaking-good tune
Doom, doom, doom

Silver spoons tinking, wineglasses clinking,
Front doors and back doors and doggy doors banging,
Post-prandial strolling, and -- hark! -- snowbells tolling:
Doom! Doom! Doom!