You're a star that burns bright,
on a field of green you fight.
Your rival has you in sight,
but you maneuver left, then right.
The opening you seek is slight,
the goalie appears, ten foot in height.
You take a swing with all your might,
off your foot, the ball takes flight.
Over the fingertips, at the speed of light,
the ball finds net, to your team's delight.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SUPERSTAR!
