My Ode to Kirby

My dear dear Kirby

I loved you more than my furby

You scuttled as if you were in a derby

I had hoped you would live until you were thirty

My poor Kirby it is you I will miss

And your pinches that were almost like a kiss

All of the times we shared I can barely list

My little crab, without you I cannot exist

Oh dear little Kirbs

There are no words,

To describe my despair

I liked it when you crawled through my hair.

My first little crab

You were so fab

And although it makes me so blue

I must bid you adieu