Birthday Greetings from the Tooth Fairy

"Happy birthday, Perry,
Your teeth are looking nice
But don't eat too much sugar.
You'll pay a heavy price.

"These quarters aren't for you.
They're not, because you grew.
You're 30, my dear Perry
And here's a glass of sherry."

Perry wanted to make merry
So he took the glass of sherry.
It's not his favourite tipple.
He likes his chocolate ripple.

(What would he want? I wish I knew
But I know that I'm not 30
And I like my icecream, just like you.
It's such a part of birthday lore.)

"Santa sends his greetings,"
The fairy sipped and said.
"You were always such a good boy
With such a level head."

The Easter Bunny's blessings
Come with his furry best.
He sent a box of chocolates
And a dash of zest.

"Zest!  That's always nice,"
Said Perry politely.

"They hope you will remember them
When you are old and grey.
They hope they made you happy
Not so long ago and not so far away."

She clicked her heels,
So small and light,
Unfolded her silver wings and flew,
Away into the night.

It was the first time he met her
Perhaps the only time?
She wished him happy birthday
In slightly imperfect rhyme.