The legend of Paul Bunyan as told from the blue ox, Babe:

When my head was spinning from the growing twisting horns,

you listened and gave me happier moments still.

I will never regret walking in the dark by your side. 

Your strides grew longer and you needed to climb your own mountains and I realized how the valley widened below us with two paths in front of the hilltop.

I grew smaller in the distance traveled but every now and again I'll tell people the story of how I grew to love the forests of your existence and how for our time, the campfire we built from the deadwood kept us warm and alive. 

I couldn't carry your own burdens in a world I couldn't follow but the spark in your life was with you like a match all along.

When I look at where you've gone, where the cabin we built still stands, even with new lights inside--I'll smile and remember the twigs in your hair, the grass in between my toes and the coast winds calling us home.