“Shivaay’s World of Wonder

In Shivaay’s world of wonder,
Where mischief dances asunder,
Each day a jubilant display,
As he prepares for his birthday.

At three, he reigns supreme,
In his playful, footballing dream,
With kicks so swift and true,
A little champion in all he’ll pursue.

In pools of blue, he learns to glide,
In soft play realms, he’ll always abide,
With laughter echoing loud and clear,
As his special day draws near.

From his mother’s loving embrace,
A bond no time can efface,
Changed for the better, she’ll say,
Since Shivaay came to play.

With just one month left to go,
Toward the age of three, he’ll grow,
A world of joy and glee unfurled,
In the heart of our cheeky world.