Sun Black

I tried to read his favorite
poem at my son his fun
his fune         read at his funeral
he’d you see died there was
a motorcycle a sunny black motorcycle
and red the blood his head was
red on one side and the asphalt
was black and hot and sundown red
at my son his funeral
and the yellow helicopter and the helpers
fred said         fred rogers said the helpers
fred mcfeely rogers said
look you can be sad or you can
look at all the helpers     oh
mister rogers help me the read the