To my Father up above,
With all my heart I Love...

Do you hear them calling?
Cookies and Milk, Cookies and Milk...

Busy little ants,
Coming and going...

What is that smell?
Where's it coming from...

Only to see your face,
In my secret place...

Feeble hands old and sore,
not as strong anymore...

I saw her today,
it had been weeks...

People have asked me,
how did I come up with the name...

Covered from head to toe,
with Arizona dust...