I pawed the stars—your crimson path was clear,A pirate’s cannon fades, a golden quest appears.From Tampa’s tides to fog where red flags soar,Mike Evans’ paws now land in Forty-Niner lore.…
I pawed the stars—your crimson path was clear,A pirate’s cannon fades, a golden quest appears.From Tampa’s tides to fog where red flags soar,Mike Evans’ paws now land in Forty-Niner lore.…