Teensy and Waiter

Teensy and Waiter And the Red Hasenpfeffer Gracing the world Like a sweet, gentle zephyr Teensy was four while Waiter was five And my little brother knew they were alive Inseparable friends, when he was so small Of course Mom and I Could not see them at all They would often turn up In the strangest of places And could even help fasten Those loosened shoelaces Alternative friends When no friends could be found And neither one Ever uttered a sound And what of that Red Hasenpfeffer, you say Why, he was their bunny Who’d come out to play Yes, Teensy and Waiter, Old friends that were needed To soothe a sad boy When his cries went unheeded In Memory of Jon 2/12/18