And went to bed with the sun.
He was gentle and kind, with a brilliant mind,
And his stories were second to none.
He had nephews and nieces who loved him to pieces
As he talked of the seven seas,
While the beasts of the land ate out of his hand
And the birds called his name from the trees.
But Avuncular Ambrose, who woke up with the crows,
Was fragile and tired and old,
So one sweet summer night, by the silver moonlight,
The Earth sang farewell to his soul.