5th Ave. Gram

Oh mother, I'm failing again. Losing love from whence I began. 
Mother tell me, the story of my creation, a harbor, a boat, a hideaway t'wich you ran
Plead the fifth-avenue to be sure
As a young lad I learned to miss her
My spiritual enforcer, escape from Canham
Met her end with tears, missing gran'pa Adams
A minstrel was he, blue eyes and mr. Cole preferred
Amongst the brass his talent-an equal never heard.