There once was a boy named Austin,
with which very little will rhyme.
Today is his birthday, this fifth day of June,
though I don’t know exactly what time.
He lives far away in Virginia,
which is also quite tricky to rhyme.
He loves his dear Amy, he misses a cat,
and he’s a good friend of mine.
I am wayyyy out of practice at the whole wordsmith game.
At any rate, very happy birthday to good man Austin.