What a beautiful boy you are
Running and playing in the mud
Who would ever had thought you my lifetime friend would grow up?
Right beside me since you were born
You've always been there
Now here we are, and you are a beautiful old boy
Your bones ache, your sight is blurry
I do not know where you will go
So we must ask ourselves the deep questions
The ones that tell us the whispers of the universe
"Who's a good boy?"
