To my son Tommy,
Little boy blue come blow your horn. The sheep are in the meadow, the cows are in the corn.
One of the great things about cleaning up the basement is finding my old treasures. Here you are trying to call to the cows using my old bugle. A quick lesson in embouchure and you were blowing away. Think you even got two different notes out. Not too shabby.
Sincerely with love from your dad,