Floors flatter with joy

Fists flavour with claps

Fifty makes, Your boy

Far to reach you with good chaps;

Fifty are you but still young

Fatherly the concern that fits you papa

Finding greatness when, to you, I sing

Feasible not your arts are, love to wish you my papa.

Failure steps not in your courts

Faultless is your move

Fave is (you) my papa, who humbly bounds

Fascinating courage and perfect love.

Father you mean to me, dad

Fellow I, Your junior surely

Follow the paths your trod

Fly high by holding your finger firmly.