Early 60's, Christmas Eve,
that's when this rhyme begins,
on how the smallest act can change
to where the Wheel spins:
A toy made in New Jersey,
then off to Missouri hurled,
was gifted that night to a son,
and that act changed the World.
A pilot in the last World War,
from family of Law,
moved by the Great Depression
and the hardship that he saw,
found worry for his namesake:
little kept his interest rapt
but Radio, a toy of which
was waiting Christmas wrapped.
Soon, son filled home with broadcasts
on that little radio
of top ten, and of ball games:
hobby he would not outgrow.
His Talent was apparent:
words flowed like a roaring brook.
Still, father worried as years passed
on path his son had took.
He knew not much was certain,
better then to hedge your bet
with family tradition -
but his son's mind had been set.
He feared where Country trended,
often he gave this doubt word,
and though his son refused the Bar,
loud this advice he heard.
Son fought through early failure,
for this passion was his choice.
And he fought 'til Sacramento
heard his name and heard his voice.
Then New York, syndication,
so in lunch rooms sea to sea,
he spread his father's wisdom
through his brilliant parody.
Now, way back on that Christmas Eve,
that father could not know
his gift to Freedom and the World
with gift of Radio.
So, know - your life is not too small,
just one butterfly wing:
a toy, a gift of parents' love,
can still change everything.
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