Ladies and gentlemen, our little canary friend, Harry, has not been well of late and a few days ago, he took a turn for the worse. We took him to the avian vet and were convinced by the vet that it was time. We knew that of course, but we just didn’t want to admit it to ourselves. I could tell you his life story, or write a little poem like I did when Churchill canary died, but that doesn’t seem quite right for our Harry. Suffice to say, for 13 years Harry was well loved.
We only have one canary left now — Pan of the wild song. We don’t know how he will go being an only canary. He adored Harry. We all did.
So shall we have Harry’s song this week?
For the joy that was Harry.