I'll miss you when you're gone.

Your smile and your speech.

The way you laugh and carry on,

And listen to me speak.

You spin and spin that rifle,

Your face scrunched up in joy;

The way you give it all your might

And never pause the fight.

I wanted to go to Florida

The way you did before;

And this year you will again

While I watch, and peer.

This is your last year, and I wish

That I could fight with you;

So please, please, visit us, for we can never lose.