Only poetry can capture the joy of being reunited with a long lost love, so here is my latest Ode to Red (you can read all about his adventures, again, here and here).
A Red, Red Disc
O my Disc's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Disc's like the melodie
That's sweetly played in tune.
As fair art thou, my rounded friend,
So deep to throw am I;
And I will throw thee still, my disc,
Till a' the creeks gang dry:
Till a' the creeks gang dry, my disc,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
I will throw thee still, my disc,
While the sands o' life shall run.
My apologies to Robert Burns