Alas he’s gone our little friendly rat,
we’ll miss that trusting paw, those gentle ways,
as snuggling close to us content he sat.
Where now that little eager furry face,
those twitching whiskers, beady eyes? Such grace!
Poor Jack, you should have lived as long again
had you but had your rightful span of days.
You’ve left us now for where there is no pain,
which should console, but yet I must complain
to lose so soon this loving pet and friend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem