You may not agree with the way he dreams,
or even the way he screams;
it is the way he's helped so many others,
how he beams.
He's helped them, a hundred times,
and still will help, up to his last dime.
Sisters and brothers, friends and lovers;
he's been there for multi troubles of mine.
Will they help him when he's down?
When he's tired, and cold?
In shackles bound;
being nearly bought and sold?
I truly hope a thousand will,
assist his mighty cause;
beyond all crossroads,
to get him back, far away from Oz.
For he has a heart of pure, tried gold!
A chrystaline vocal sound
Telling stories from days of old
told to amazingly astound!
If you ever decide to help,
do send a shout, or yell.
I will be doing just that indeed;
so many can be well.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem