Back at Camp Hy-Lake, some of the counselors had a weird tradition. If one of them, or, I believe, even a camper, had a birthday, they would come out and intone a grim, dirge-like birthday song whose only words I remember are these: “Happy birthday, happy birthday, [something something something], you’re one day closer to death, happy birthday, happy bi…
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