Sometimes we call him “Billy Boy” He likes it that way. Animals are the love of his life, He knows they’re here to stay. He was born with a magic touch To cure and mend animals. No amount of caring too much- I’m glad he couldn’t work with mammals. He fed the little new borns With a tiny eyedropper. He always kept them warm Even carried them in his pocket. One day, Dad and the boys were in the back room I asked why and what for. One stood there holding a broom Another getting a snake from a drawer. There was a constant parade of little critters Billy loved them one and all. He was the neighborhood animal sitter- He always had a ball. I can’t count the raccoons he had, I know there were quite a few. He said because they were wild, didn’t make them bad He loved them all, old and new. A neighbor brought him an injured bird And asked Billy to fix its wing. As usual, Billy gave his word And promised soon the bird would sing. He’s a grown man now And hasn’t changed in any way. I guess he’ll never forget how To care for animals every day. |