Upon your delicate temple, I instill
Much greatness, much fear, an insolvent life.
When I leave this world I plan
On leaving you with something more than love,
I'll leave you with memory of me.
I bequeath to you my stories and fondness for animals.
I'll leave you with the passion of words
And the interest in learning,
But I will not leave you money.
I will not bequeath to you material possessions,
Because you can't learn anything from them,
Plus, I don't have much stuff to give you anyway.