Dave without doubt
You are doubly stout
And tripley rare
With quadruplet care.
Such singular sight
You shine in the light
And see every spot
Where others forgot.
It’s dubious indeed
My 6 feet in debt
The figures don’t save
Nor bury you Dave.
The odds don’t tell
Of hell or of Christ
No heist would suffice
To give what we need.
I heed your advice
It’s not nice to pretend
You lend me such calm
My brother in arms.
The harms which I pray
Lord keep us away
Are foes which yet pose
To bring us to woes.
Defend us Lord keep
And fend us I weep
I need your repose
My vanity shows
Repentance Lord give
I yearn to relive
That I may yet seek
And find myself meek.
