Tobi or not Tobi?
Is no longer a question for me.
For freedom, I know, is a reality
And to be Tobi is to be free
A puzzle unsolved, a great mystery
Is finding a way to describe Tobi
That she’s out of the box all can see
And here is a ballpark of a recipe:
Clouds on the chase
A loon filled with grace
A thunderous bolt
With electrical jolt
Somersault sassy
Defying the classy
A chip off the block
She defines the word, "Shock."
When she sees a ball
The word "lab" she will call.
For better or worse
She sees in reverse.
And now she’s submerged in a watery grave;
For untamed Tobi will be a slave
From this day forward, our Golden Flash
Is storing in Heaven eternal cash.
for Tobi on her baptism day, Nov. 17, 2002