This is a story that began so long ago, High above Cayuga’s waters, a new father glows. Even a lucky man gets only one first-born son, A prize to cherish, like a home run, And as I gaze upon this bundle of joy, My son smiles back; this moment...
This is a story that began so long ago, High above Cayuga’s waters, a new father glows. Even a lucky man gets only one first-born son, A prize to cherish, like a home run, And as I gaze upon this bundle of joy, My son smiles back; this moment...