Never a better furre I'll meet,
With sound of voice so sweetly speak,
In tones to soothe or just convey,
Sweet memories, or dreams that stay.
He holds the world in gentle touch,
Caressing hearts and minds with just,
A spoken word, or smile your way,
He brightens up every day.
A star at night he shines to lead,
All furre's who may have a need,
Till circle called to share their heart,
No one fears to speak their part.
Accepts all who may venture near,
And calls to those who may still fear,
To join a hearty little band,
In bardic love, with gentle hand.
A force unto himself he shy's,
Away from praise with lowered eye's,
Accepting not what he deserves,
The love of every furre heard.
Jalin, my friend, return in time,
And share a glass of sweet mulled wine,
With those of us who know your worth,
The circle holds till your return