Poor Sad Kawliga

You know I met Kawliga Been about a year or so now He didn’t say a thing to me He didn’t even bow Seemed pretty serious I thought Didn’t nod or even blink He didn’t smile much either Not very happy I don’t think I stood beside his sturdy self And got my picture taken He continued to look sad As though he’d been forsaken Of course we all have heard the tale About how his heart was broken I suppose that is the reason He’s never smiled or spoken I just stood around a while Hoping to catch his eye Then off I went off again Saying a quick goodbye