Jimmy's Dead

Young Jimmy asked if he was dead. I laughed before I answered. And then I told him that he was and Jimmy's faith was fractured. I called him a philosopher. Too dumb to even ask. and left him all alone, just sulking in a bask. The next time Jimmy came my way I knew he needed help and covered up my laughs that day despite the urge to yelp. Now every time I saw poor Jimmy I always stopped and said: Goodbye dear Jimmy; never Hi, for now poor Jimmy's dead.