I'm a wayward son come to visit 

after many years gone by. 

Just to be next to mama 

and feel her close enough to touch.  

I was a head –strong young twit, 

a wayward son was I. 

Now, I dance with my mama, 

around and around for the world to see. 

I was always the apple in mama’s eye. 

Everyone became all ears, 

everyone was excited to see. 

As we danced in the moonlight, 

the Auroras crowned mama’s head. 

I smiled at the heavens, 

for letting me stay a while. 

Saints alive! 

it will be hard to leave. 

Still, I’m that wayward son, 

2024 PT5.