Sampson

Oh Sampson, Mighty Sampson
I'll miss our walks you killer of rocks,
From now till the cows come home.
Wherever we are, how close, or how far
I will wear your love like a scar.
Nothing could replace the look on your face,
That says, "Hey, I'm happy you're home!"
Now that you're gone, missed by many, me most
I'll raise a full glass and offer a toast
For the mighty King Sampson has fallen. . .
"May you run through the forrest with ease 'ere after,
And never have want of comfort or shelter.
Till I join you one day in the great ever-lasting."
We'll miss you Samma Jamma,good buddy.

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