This is a poem I wrote as a tribute to Calvin and Hobbes, two best friends created by the wonderful Bill Watterson.

Best friends, day and night
Each never out of the other's sight
Hobbes the tiger, Calvin the boy
To others the tiger was no more than a toy

From G.R.O.S.S, to sledding down snow-covered hills
Their parents were tortured by babysitting bills
Plotting revenge against monsters unseen
To girls, the duo was just plain mean

Summer to autumn, winter to spring
With every season the two did bring
More and more mischief, more and more fun
They played and they played 'til the set of the sun

Now I give the creator of Calvin and Hobbes
For the effort he put in these beautiful jobs
He has indeed earned my all-out respect
Even though he's retired, last time I checked

To give such life to a panel so small
Such talent is scarce, yet he answered the call
He gave readers out there so much to ponder
His strips did not give the mind time to wander

Best friends, day and night
Each never out of the other's sight
Hobbes the tiger, Calvin the boy
To others the tiger was no more than a toy

Summer to autumn, winter to spring
With every season the two did bring
More and more mischief, more and more fun
They played and they played 'til the set of the sun