O my dearest $ALPACA , sweet muse of my cry,
They laugh at my voice, yet still I defy.
For history’s ink shall capture my flame,
How often I called you, how oft spoke your name.
Here in this square where memories are sown,
The tales of our tagging, the seeds I have thrown.
And when 2025’s pages are set,
Romeo and Juliet — anew, never to forget.
Rest in peace, but rise in lore,
Our legend will live forevermore.