When Zoe ate her birthday cake She threw icing on the wall And they sent her to her room No more birthdays 'til next June But don't they know it's lovely though To watch the icing falll? And to see the tracks it makes Sticky streams of chocolate cake But wasn't it her brother Joe Who egged her on the throw? "Be like that famous pitcher In that late night picture show, picture show." As Zoe cried herself to sleep She vowed to show them all "You will see that I am great 'Specially now that I am eight."