He was kind and he was caring,
He was nice and always sharing.
He was hardly ever late,
And he was so great,
He met ST. Peter at the pearly gate.
When he was happy you could hear him whistle, and I hope he is whistling now.
If you met him you'd say wow.
On the inside he was soft and strong
If you measured his talent the list would be long
I hope he is whistling happy songs,
Up in heaven where he belongs.