I'M Not Five

I was going to jump on the bed at midnight While she slept to wish her a happy birthday. But she looked so asleep and it was so quiet. I did it anyway because it's funnier to go through with it. It's not like I'm throwing a nerf ball at her head. So I get my knees on the bed and hop up-and-down And "whisper-yell," "happy birthday happy birthday." And she's not upset, in fact, she's giggling.  And she whispers to me that she loves me. I whisper to her that I love her, too. And I leave the room with the bed I just jumped and sang on. And I'm 32. I mean it's not like I fell off the bed While jumping and hurt my head. And made an owie. I'm not 5.