There’s a mischievous angel,
Way up in the Big Blue,
Who is dearly loved and missed,
Because he was taken all too soon.

Although his family down below,
May cry and scream, and mourn,
This little angel up above,
Is smiling, no frown or scorn.

He’s living life so bright and bold,
The only way angels can live.
In order to get this way today,
His life he did have to give.

But while he is in Heaven,
He still has much to do,
Tricks to play, pranks to run
And many angels to fool.

So when something in life goes astray,
Or is tilted at a weird angle,
Remember the words and lime green wings,
Of our mischievious angel.