Philip Emu

Who would hurt Philip?
He was no pillock
That runs down a hillock
And back up a dale
Like a conquering quail
Though he had short legs
He could sit on eggs
He would stalk my hall
And break my balls
Or help with the cryptic
Psychoanalytic
Issues, that arose sometimes
Among the house felines
After too many lives
A shoulder to cry on
Philip emu!
We will all miss you
Those that never met you
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