Remember, remember, this fifth of November,
to fear no treason of reason nor thought.
There is no better reason to commit so-called treason
than the freedom to live as one ought.
Marleeeey, I've got something for ya Tut tut tut tut Come here boy I wish I could call for you one more time Hear your collar clinging, running to the sound of treats Clattering on the floor along with your claws I wish I could feel your breath, hold your toes Rub your chin, brush your fur one last time I miss your weight on my chest I miss feeling paralyzed by your cuteness Commanded not to move to make the most Of the priceless moments of your touch I wish life wasn't tragic But tragedy is part of life And death is a tragedy The comedian in all of us wants to rage Set fire to the absurdity of it all Why do we endure all this pain Because there's so much more than pain We also have joy and love and peace The pleasure of a back scratch is worth it all Thank you for all of your snuggles Your mischievous self interest As innocent as my children's smiles I can hear you in the rumble of the world Traffic echos, music whines, and I feel you I miss you already, my little m...