Here's to Jared, a brother so true, A craftsman of skill, in all he can do. He'd give you the shirt off his well-worn back, With humor as sharp as a comic's wisecrack. He takes me to Jazz games, where laughter's our play, Defender of justice, won't stand for foul play. With wit like a razor, he cuts to the core, A master of all, yet always yearning for more. A priesthood leader with service to spare, Traveling far, spreading love everywhere. Creative and thoughtful, a wanderer's soul, In laughter and kindness, he's made himself whole. So here's to you, Jared, on Father's Day bright, A brother, a teacher, our laughter's delight.