Altitude

It’s your 15th birthday Dan
And without wishing to be rude
We’re all getting quite concerned
With your increasing altitude

You now have to stoop
To hug family and greeters
As your vertical status
Races up towards two metres

We’re worried at such giddying levels
The air gets rather thin
And icicles quickly start forming
On your nose, earlobes and chin

We fear with your head in the clouds
You’ll turn into a space cadet
And the more wuthering the heights you reach 
The taller your stories will get

Will beds and onesies be long enough
To contain your elongated frame?
Will your eyes see the screen way below
When you stare at your Playstation game?

Will future girlfriends needs trampolines
When they want to give you a kiss?
Will birds start nesting in your hair
And aircraft report a near miss?

We worry you’ll be so far above us
No-one will hear what you say
And bending to tie your shoelaces
Will take the best part of a day

On the plus side you’re on the up
And destined for high places
You’ll always stand above the crowd
And cover more ground in less paces

So while you’ll be king of all you survey
We’re sure you’ll remain down to earth
Even at a different level, you’ll never be a devil
With your personal touch and good mirth

(And even if you get no career joy 
You can always get work as a Tall Boy!)