Oh Sampson, Mighty Sampson I'll miss our walks you killer of rocks, From now till the cows come home. Wherever we are, how close, or how far I will wear your love like a scar. Nothing could replace the look on your face, That says, "Hey, I'm happy you're home!" Now that you're gone, missed by many, me most I'll raise a full glass and offer a toast For the mighty King Sampson has fallen. . . "May you run through the forrest with ease 'ere after, And never have want of comfort or shelter. Till I join you one day in the great ever-lasting." We'll miss you Samma Jamma,good buddy.