Ode to Bigarow

By Willem Lightheart

Come one, come all
Come short, come tall
Come and listen in
Come thick, and thin
Come young, come old
Hear the stories to be told

He was a giant of a man
He carried a greatsword in his hand
Because he was so big
It looked like a twig
The sword swallower was he
In the circus with my family

Ah yes, I remember him well
For all of the stories that he would tell
A kind hearted giant was he
I am so glad he befriended me
I will never forget the first day
With his greatsword he let me play

It has been a long time since I have seen his face
In my heart he will always hold a special place
Oh Bigarow, Bigarow I remember your commands
That is why I wield a greatsword in my hands
It always helps me to see
A little of you, in me