In a cradle soft and warm, he lies,

A starlit spark in newborn eyes.

With tender touch and gentle coo,

Welcome, Shooter Alan, we greet you.

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In tiny hands, potential blooms,

A universe of dreams and rooms.

Your name, a melody of hope,

A journey's start, a mountain slope.

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In every giggle, every sigh,

In every tear and lullaby,

There's magic woven in your name,

A promise whispered to the flame.

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Shooter Alan, brave and true,

May life's adventures be kind to you.

May wisdom guide your every choice,

And strength within your quiet voice.

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May laughter dance upon your lips,

And love enfold your fingertips.

With every heartbeat, may you find,

The beauty in your soul, defined.

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So sleep, dear Shooter, peaceful, deep,

As angels watch, their vigil keep.

For in your innocence, we see,

The wonder of all that could be.

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A precious gift, this boy, so new,

Shooter Alan, we welcome you.

May your journey be bright and clear,

With love and joy throughout the year.