Mason what a year this was.
When you got into lodge they gave you a sash.
The cans look like they might crash!
With your mom popcorn you ate.
Funko pops next two you there are six less than eight.
Many times we did dine out.
Now rather than a webelos you are a Scout.
Making your own food on a grill.
Dressed like Harry Potter is a thrill!
Seeing the Yankees better even still.
A niece you met and fed.
On our birthday you celebrated in bed.
Trips to California and the grand canyon.
Cousins for swimming make a great companion.
Awards at state, and school too.
Going on rides that for us were new.
Adventures in VR
and in a creek.
As red Skeleton you could not speak.
Striker we will miss
what can I say
I wish just once more I could watch you
eat your hay.
Funny bones on you climb
Perhaps it would be fun to go back in springtime!
Serving God and going to his garden
Cutting wood, solving a puzzle
to Ondessonk, you do not pack a duffle!
