Cuddle Babies Replay Memory

I remember the day Trixie died, Sinbad staring out upon her grave. No crying, just day after day, homage. I couldn’t stand seeing the pain, Nothing I did, petting, holding, Could bring him away from the grave. So down to the pet store I drove Hoping for a partner to please And found a pair of cuddles, babies Arms wrapped together in play One black one orange which should it be? Orange like Sinbad or black? But how could I take one from another Leave another hole, so black and orange Babies two, drew Sinbad back over To sleep the peaceful sleep of cuddles Warmth from another, held like a mother Or held like a father, Sinbad was mine Once more we could live in happy cheer Death deserted from our midst When the wonder of youth appeared.