Little Dude Poem by Rob Bishop

Time has gone fast,
I remember the past,
Although a little hazy.

When we made traps,
Which was perhaps,
Just a little crazy.

Not always nice,
I paid the price,
When you knocked out my teeth.

And I gave you a shock,
When I dropped that rock,
On a hand that was underneath.

No worry of money,
Everything was funny,
Like when Quail pooed.

As your ‘Brother Bear’,
I will always care,
For my ‘Little Dude’.