George's 21st Birthday

He’s king of Royal Portbury

Though sometimes down in ‘Mouth

He’s earned a reputation

He’s known from North to South

From lowly new apprentice

He’s climbed each ladder rung

Became a full-time operative

When he was still quite young

For sitting on his backside

This boy has got no use

He’s moved up to an office

In charge of import juice

Our George is rather special

He stands out from the crowd

His Grandma always knew that he

Would do his family proud

We know he’s headed for the top

Though only just begun

And who would guess this rising star

Is only twenty-one.