Que te vayas bien, Catcher!

O Catcher! My Catcher! Our great journey is done;

You have drooled over every snack, you never missed a crumb;

The big guy is near, your squeaks I hear, as you prepare your greeting,

To your bed you do not heel, your bone in mouth and gleaming:

Squeak squeak bark! bark! bark!

O its just the cat instead,

Elsewhere my Catcher lies,

Your sleeping cold and dead.

O Catcher! My Catcher! Rise up and sound off!

Rise up- for you the scraps are flung- for you the big guy whistles;

For you Iams and canned pumpkin- for you the cat is punking;

For you they call, Smokey and Morgan, their eager noses rising;

Here Catcher! Dear brother!

This arm beneath your head;

It is some dream that at the vet,

You're sleeping cold and dead.

My Catcher does not answer, his nose is pale and still;

My brother does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;

The boy is in Chile safe and sound, his voyage just begun;

The world stops not, massive lot, continues with things to be done;

Drive, O cars and fly, O planes!

But I, with mournful tread,

Walk the world where my Catcher lies,

Sleeping cold and dead.