Each year we gather, and celebrate the day

Sit back and listen to these words that I say

As time passed by, while I grew into me

Would never of made it, in visions we see

Guided by the man, who taught lessons firm

Best friend, my Father, today is your turn

Thinking back as a child, joy and the time

Taught me to crawl, who taught me to climb

Rock in my corner if the darkness took hold

Comfort, kindness when shadows were cold

Standing beside me, embracing in the light

Happiness, his pleasure, one hell a sight

Join me in celebration, my dearest old friend

Love will over power, from now til the end

Raise up your glasses, join me in the toast

Fathers ask for nothing, so today give them most

— Luke Cyr (43 Handicap)