For Tobin's Second Birthday

        A blond guy with his best mates,
         His second birthday celebrates.
         Says he in a particular strain,
          "It's a train! It's a train!"

      Keeping pace with the latter in luck,
       Tobin travels in a brand new truck.
             Or is it still a guck,
               Maybe even a kuck?

Bins are flying to and fro, it's a real rumpus,
       Look, an excavator has lost its compass.
         In a house by the sea with no fuss,
         Merrily rides Nikola a new red bus.

            Is there another big plus?
When someone's dreams are safeguarded by Bibus?
              It’s a Linus's opus,
             And our Tobin's rebus.

          May there pass the millimeters,
         Centimeters, meters, kilometers.
        May our Tobin climb up a bean tree,
 Towards age three, three, three, three, three.