Oh Bijon
You always were a great wolf
until you got bit by that darn racoon.
Then your mouth started foaming
and you stopped roaming.
You beared your teeth
and tried to bite Mama
Then the Pappa came and said
“No longer will you live”.
“Shoot Bijon or else.”
So I took the gun and then you died.
So goodbye G-dog.
I love You
Oh yeah do you remember
when we went to the ghetto?
We had so much fun and got real wetto
But you are dead
and you will live on
and I found a new wolf
and named it Pijan.
Goobye Dear friend
I will always love you
forever foaming
BIJON!
Curtis
| Bijon |
| 25, April 2001 |
| Curtis |