His name was henry, oh yes, he was,
But don’t ask me how he died, i don’t know the cause.

I think it’s so unfair how this is it,
He never even got to fly in a fit.

I hope he flies free in heaven,
He was not even in weeks, seven!

Right now he’s in the ground,
Not moving nor making a sound.

I remember how he looked when he died,
Dead, starring with those half open eyes.

He was supposed to fly free,
And with a mate, he was to be.

I still see him every second in my mind,
His portrait lingers, with every thought i find.

I hope he can forgive me for what i’ve done, he was supposed to live; i didn’t bring him home for fun.

Maybe he still looks at me from the sky, the day he died, for hours i cried.

So i say this now, with a bow and a sad smile, fly free in the sky, henry, fly for miles.