In our lives you were forever,
to make us cry, no never.
So many things that you did,
you made us all feel like a kid.
Every word you ever spoke,
somehow turned into a joke.
A special gift you had somehow,
I guess God must need it now.
He sent you to angels above,
remember it's you we'll always love.
If it was loose, you'd tighten the rope,
after all you're Bob Hope.
We're so grateful for all you gave,
the crazy ways you'd behave.
So may I say from many,
"Thanks for the Momory".

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