Often by Stop-Signs are our Programs fed
And now this News which caused our Hearts to Break
To chase the Deer aware of your Event
Up-Turn the based Barge; And shattered your sake
With that we loyal Cousins our arms Up-Lift
Plead with His Providence we call the Lord
Whose Throne seeds Evidence by Mercy's Gift
Ask, then beseech His Divine Healing Word
In the meantime, Faith we subscribe and wait
At least gladdened maintain your lively Chi
Which soon, the Eightie's Tribe secures your fate
And restore the Cat-Loved Actor that be.
We'll sit by the bench. And allow your rest
By the next Tinsel's Month return at your Best.