Olivers Birthday

Yo, it’s Oli’s day – thirty-nine and still strong,
Juggler and an artist, been flexin' all along.
He don’t love mornings, nah, that ain’t his scene,
But Maxi's up bright-eyed, full of dream routines.

No time to be bored, nah, not with Dad around,
They’re buildin’ LEGO towers till they nearly touch the clouds.
Paint on their hands, colors on the floor,
Creatin’ little worlds you ain't seen before.

Happy birthday to the real MVP,
Oli the strong, the dad, the OG.
Maxi’s hero, man of many tracks,
Balancing life like pins, never lookin’ back.
He’s flyin’ with Mama, they travel the globe,
But home is where he shines, in his fatherly robe.

He lifts, he spins, he draws, he builds,
A circus soul with unbreakable skills.
Late nights, jet lag, suitcases in hand,
Still comes back home with a plan so grand.

Maxi shouts “Daddy!”, runs to the door,
They pick up where they left off, ready for more.
From LEGO lands to painting the sky,
Oli makes magic – no need to try.

Happy birthday to the real MVP,
Oli the strong, the dad, the OG.
Maxi’s hero, man of many tracks,
Balancing life like pins, never lookin’ back.
He’s flyin’ with Mama, they travel the globe,
But home is where he shines, in his fatherly robe.


So raise a toast to this 39 ride,
To the man, the myth, with Maxi by his side.
He juggles it all, with heart and with style,
Happy birthday, Oli – stay epic, stay wild.