I've no desire to be disloyal,
very likely the Astronomer Royal,
nine and twenty.
having been born in leap-year, on the twenty-ninth of February;
yet, if we go by birthdays,
you're only five and a little bit over!
RUTH. and KING. Ha! ha! ha! ha! Ho! ho! ho! ho!
FRED. Dear me! Let's see! (counting on fingers) Yes, yes; with yours my figures do agree!
ALL. Ha! ha! ha! ho! ho! ho! ho!
FRED. (more amused than any) How quaint the ways of Paradox!
At common sense she gaily mocks!
Though counting in the usual way,
Years twenty-one I've been alive,
Yet, reckoning by my natal day, I am a little boy of five!
RUTH and KING. He is a little boy of five! Ha! ha! ha!
ALL. A paradox, a paradox, A most ingenious paradox! Ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha!, etc.
Happy Birthday, Frederic!