I remember this from way back when I was a little girl. (late 50's) I remember I was to memorize this for Christmas a celebration at church.

Happy Birthday Jesus, by Little Cindy (originally Burl Ives, but many words have been changed for some reason, and contracted)

Happy Birthday, Jesus!, Momma said that you was near,
And that you had a birthday, This time every year.

She told me how you listen to, Every word we say,
And that you hear us calling, In the night … or in the day.

She ’splained how bad they hurt you, those awful naughty men,
But said you let them do it, For girls like me … what sin.

She said about the manger, they took and put you in,
I’d let you have my blanket, If I was here back then.

She said that you were watching, Everything we do …
Her, and daddy and Granny, And our new baby, too.

I like what momma told me, Of how you healed the lame,
And that they didn’t have to have any wealth, Or fame.

She told you was so awful good, And then she made me cry …
She said they nailed you to a cross, They wanted you to die.

She said that you forgave them, cuz you was dying for our sin
and then it made me happy, when she said you came back again

Momma said that Christmas is what we celebrate
Because on that day you was born.
So I hope I’m not too late, To wish you a Happy Birthday,
Dear Jesus, I”ll be true, cuz momma said if I was good
you’d let me live with you.