Everything tastes better in mourning.
We know how much he respected the animal what took him.
Ladies and gentlemen,
indeed, it has been some time.
I feel compulsive tonight.
I need to bring something to your attention.
After hearing of Steve Irwin’s untimely death,
a group of us decided to hold a candlelight vigil in his honor.
I even wrote a poem for Steve:
“Our Hunter”
Precious few have walked the Earth
and looked so good in Khaki.
Gladly kicking ass since birth
and absolutely wacky.Your adventures filled our hearts,
our bodies and our psyche
full of all your worldly smarts
whenever you yelled “Crikey!”.The news about you hit the wire,
it put the world in shock.
For the man we most admire
no more will wrestle croc.And now the time has come at last
for us to say goodbye.
The man, the myth has come and passed.
You’re wrestling in the sky.
A black guy was crying. Pictures were taken.
Time stood still.
Well, over the course of the next few days
wonderful things started to happen.
Photos of our vigil were posted
on CNN.com, Nowpublic.com
and other news-related websites.
It’s all for you Steve.
God Bless.
*Arison*