To the long life of Isaah - the best lived one ever.
Another was never as valiant as he,
Intensely courageous, loyal, and steady.
Looking, there was never one quite so clever.

Being a faithful friend, one need not bat and lash
Afore he is at the heel with love and praise
Ready to briefly settle his lazy and melancholy days.
Kay he is not nor can he be found in the nine circles of ash.*

Living the lives of seven for every one,
It is his experience and wisdom that outshines all.
Called by just one name: Isaah the Most Majestical.
Knot an attic finch can render him undone.

Proving to be a companion of the most devoted,
Always a steadfast reminder of a loved unconditioned like no other.
Wallowing in the absence of those as glorified as a forgotten mother,
Still never so great a malaise as not to bound with joy though richly coated.

With his dignity and poise standing out among the rest.
Others never matching his beauty; oh so fetching.
Outstretched hands grasp in vain, with his speed there is no catching.
For of all the friends of man, he is still found to be among the best.