There are so many memories Packed inside this head of mine; Of times we spent and laughs we shared, From camping trips when I was young To Christmases as I grew older. I cherish the memories Of the things we did together. The birdhouse we built When I was in 6th grade, The fishing trips we took Out to Lake Mead or to Sunset Park, I’d never catch anything But that was fine because The fish always seemed to want your line. I know that you are gone too soon, But the hearts you have touched Will forever remember you. We’ll laugh. We’ll cry. We’ll smile Because you’ll always be our King of the Nuts.
