Dear Samuel Fang,

 

My late welcome to your early landing:

So how was the trip?

 

I heard some sort of drought happened

In the last leg of your trip

 

Was it severe enough to cause a famine?

Or was it just curtailing your bodybuilding?

 

It surely made the landing a lot easier

For the chartered flight to Earth

 

I understand you were the only passenger

And the lady aviator was on her second call

 

I hope you were not already bored on board with her

You are stuck with her for a long haul after all

 

I heard quite some sleepless nights were spent

Near the neighborhood of Dad's gentle snoring

 

But do not worry about interrupting the unreal tranquility now

The nightwalker will swiftly tend to your midnight cry of hunger

 

Suckle liberally and demand longtime cuddle

These free things pay handsome dividend later in life

 

(Just look at those lovesick adults

They have to toil much harder to get paid)

 

Samuel is my kind of son

For it is asked of God

 

You did not arrive at your final destination yet

Welcome to the hub of life for transfer

 

Remember to reserve Samuel Fang in the book of life

Book the John316 flight on the heavenward course

 

Lie down

Roll over

 

Crawl around

Walk upright

 

Run the full course

Leave an indelible mark

 

Buckle up

Take off

 

(Composed on July 15, 2002)