You came into our lives H-san,
When times were dark and gray.
You gave us hope, and shone a light
So we could find our way.
A big strong boy, it seemed you had
The power of horses, nine.
We saw you slowly growing sick.
Then withering on the vine.
We’ll always treasure the memory, of
Your inexhaustible voice.
The sound of life in a place so quiet, the
Rainforest of our choice.
On nights of blowing wind and rain,
We kept you dry and fed.
But now you’ve gone and left our world.
Deceased, and dodo dead.
Today I stand and wonder will
My life now start anew.
The cash is gone, and just to buy
Another bastard, just like you.
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