Star trek, music, poetry and wit
What a pair we make like a couple of old gits
A shared sense of humour to dry any desert
And a competitive spirit that never, ever hurts
Both of us enjoy so many things
Each of us dive head first into them all
But our interests in them come and go
Except for our love of music
And natures call
Yes it would be fair to say
That I\'ve grown into my dad
So thank you dad for the gifts you\'ve shared
It\'s shaped me into this happy man
And finally before this poem ends
I beat you at croquet and I\'ll never let you forget!