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)