it's ok jack, tomorrow it's crumble

don't worry jack cos tomorrow it's crumble. your favourite. apple and blackberrry with cream. not for ever will there be dry air pumping and dimmed lights flickering. nor will you feel the loneliness of early morning hours and the sterile halls. and that hacking cough will die down, i promise, cos tomorrow it''s crumble for afters, and it's your faviourite. see everyone will be having seconds, chris and mike too, so come on jack have a bit more, it's sunday afterall.

soon you can get up to potter. fix an aeroplane too. and we won't have to be there but to play along. soon and soon, these cardboard upturned hats will be no more and you will need your cap on for the weather. its going to be a beautiful evening for you jack but wrap up warm and have some crumble. its your favourite afterall.

we will miss you, jack.