At forty-five, the world he holds, With tales and laughter yet untold. Beside him stands his muse so fair, A British belle with shining hair. With sultry grace, her laughter rings, A symphony of joyful things. In cozy corners, hearts are light, Where Snoopy dances 'neath the night. Her love of Beagle, pure and bright, A little sparkle, day and night. Together they chart life's vast sea, In laughter's arms, forever free.