Walking home from school one day I found a tiny bird lying on the ground
What could I do and how to help this helpless baby that I’d found ?
When in he steps, Lord Larry, with his red hair all a mess
In painty clothes and smelling of turpentine, dirty boots at best
But to me, here you were because you could solve it all
If my dad was elsewhere, it was you that I would call
So minus shining armour, and steed of gleaming white
You smiled and said “I will help you, and look after him tonight ”
You told me I could dry my tears , you would take him with you
Nurse him if you had to , and he would make it through
I believed for many a year that you had set him free
imagined that you nursed a fledgling on your knees
In a way I guess you did, when you eased his suffering.
And you eased his end so pain could not bring.
I never got to thank you for being that shining knight
For that was the last time I saw you as you died after being my light
You had no wife, family, children of your own
but a gentle gentleman you were and that had always shown.
So to you my Lord Larry, I raise a goblet filled with cheer
For giving others help and erasing any fears.
To some this was just a normal man, but it means an awful lot
When you take the pain of others and give all you have got.
You always stayed a hero, I guess you always will
Lord Larry was a good man, Lord Larry you are still.
