Like a faithful mutt you follow, sniffing out your fun time treats.
For an impish romantic such as you; galavanting, reciting Keats.
And though your voice is megaphone, aloud and forthright in key,
Just one counter-fact delivered, is enough to sway you to me.
And when my bubble burst, you were there right by my side,
And though your stumps don't hurry, you managed to keep up with the ride.
Driving in your fucked-four-wheels, we galavant as free,
Endlessly searching for answers; you should know, what-will-be-will-be.
For you have the talent and the voice and the charm enough for many,
And you're generosity to the lame, would extract the very last penny.
So regardless of your slight, no matter of the sneak,
You're bigger than the biggest, with an empathy for the weak.
And the bespoke of which you claim, is fabricated to the big.
But those who appreciate Dan-kinetics, don't really give a frig.
For you are loved by many, all sizes and all sorts.
And you're always guaranteed a laugh when Manicolo is in court.
Beloved friend, this is belated, the yesteryear is past..
But I know the loyalty to each other, is always meant to last.
And though I try to silence the thunder that never heeds,
You'll always be my favourite, my ever faithful bead.
