For the magical mysterious well that can feel such depression I offer an ear previously of my possession It's ragged and small but offers a hand For a person, a well, a being of this land This ear may be odd but it represents my compassions And will always be open to hear your mind's rations And this message may follow standard procedure of rhyme But I'll break that to say I respect your art, your town and this well a lot - I wish only the best for you!
Oh Sobbing Stanley, for as sad as you may seem,Your heart of gold will always gleam.Your kindness will never go unnoticed,And had brought me back to my main focus.
It’s townsfolk like you that help me to see,That depression and sadness maybe sometimes be fleeting,I thank you, Sobbing Stanley, for all that you’ve said,Your gift shall be cherished until I am dead.