O Bob where will we go from here without you there to soothe our worried minds and tell us everything will be all right?
Who will lead us from the darkness to the light?
Who will lead us from the darkness to the light?
O Bob how will we cope now that you can no longer show us the wondrousness of nature and help us understand the trees?
Who'll tell us about the birds and also the bees?
My eyes are blinded by darkness because the beacon of hope is gone
Gone from the Senate
Gone from my life
It is as if a candle burning in my bosom for so long
Has been snuffed out by a falling seagull
That is what it is like
O Bob
O Bob
Bob
Bob
Bob
Are you listening Bob?
Over here
Bob you taught us many things
How to save the earth
How to be a responsible citizen
How to tie knots and make simple yet nutritious meals on a budget
You taught me how to ride a bike and catch a fish
I'll always remember you for that Bob
For that, and for your amazing marksmanship
O Bob you killed sixteen Germans single-handed in a trench
How did you do that Bob?
And why?
How does grace and anger, poise and violence, peace and homicide
Co-exist?
O Bob
You will be missed
I will miss your voice and your laugh
Your kind words and your gentle hand
Your billowing cape and your flaxen hair
O Bob I love you
We all love you
Please don't go
Stay here and together we will stockpile canned goods
Forever and ever
O Bob
(fade to incoherence)
2 comments:
Are you stark raving mad Pobjie?
What's all the nonsense about Germans in a trench?
BTW, your log in protocol is truly painful.
Look Doug I am not going to play the rule-in rule-out game as regards my sanity.
Also, the log-in protocol is out of my hands, I regret to say. It's Google's doing.
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