It may be square
It may be round
It may be short
It may be long
But whatever the shape
And it is a shape
For in this world we live
Is a shape just for thee.
And this shape
This wonderful shape
Cannot be matched
Or measured in time
For there is only one
And it cannot be copied
For this shape is special
This shape is thee.
Yes, you are that shape
And special you are indeed
For you cannot be matched
Or made anew again
For on that special day
That day when you were born
God saw that you were special
And so there's no one
Quite like you.
