In Memory of Scooter and all who have gone to another place.
Do not stand at his grave and weep,
He is not there, he does not sleep
He is a thousand winds that blow
He is the diamond gilt on snow
He is the snlight on the window pane
He is the gentle autumn rain
He is the dancing shadow just out of sight
He is the soft stars that shine at night
Do not stand at his grave and cry
He is not there - he did not die
He lives each day in our hearts
And one day we will join again and never
[Posted in FML issue 1910]