Oh, what a larrikin he was, <br />half boy, the other half a unicorn, <br />that sunburnt, smiling face <br />a wardrobe of bland regulation <br />and shining eyes that asked <br />unwritten questions of each bird, <br />and snake and of all crocodiles, <br />demanding answers from their souls <br />and speaking words of unknown depth <br />to all just for the pleasure of their company. <br />And when I shook your hand that day <br />you talked a while, and then you turned, <br />you had a date of true significance <br />just waiting for you, in another world.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/steve-irwin-crocodile-hunter/
