You loved me. I love you. We were once a happy family.

Barney stops short for a moment, taking in a deep breath, letting the light air of spring calm him, from breaking down. At least not yet.

Once he felt he was relax, kept going, holding for his voice not to crack.

With a great big hug . . .

He stops again, feeling tears going down his face, but some how was able to sing on.

Passing on a word from me to you. Won't you say love to me, too?

Seeing children, very young, knowing little to nothing of fear. Knowing, that soon, they'll be like all the others.

I love you, You loved me

Having a smile grace on his dinosaur mouth, when children saw him and waved at with glee. His mind held tight to the sight, knowing it was really just a phase, yet he still waved back.

We were the best friends like friends should be. With a last big hug and a last goodbye from me to you. Won't you just once say you loved me too?

Ending with a tiring sigh, rose from the ground. Recalling good times of when he, his dinosaur buddies, and little ankle-biters.

"Hey Barney."

"Hello B.J." Answering back, once seeing who called out to him.

"You all right?"

"Yes. Just really tried is all."

"You'll be fine, Barney, you're not a quicker."

"I can't, not when there are still kids out there, who need us."

"Just keep an open mind, Barney, times are changing."

"And so are we."

B.J. saw why Barney was down, mostly from older children and adults of how they treat the others, but mostly on the giant, purple, happy-go-lucky, dinosaur.

"Everyone has a view-point about us, buddy pal, and that is something we have to swallow and carry on."

"I understand that." Barney said with a smile, walking up to the yellow Protoceratop, patting his shoulder. "Now, let's get back to the others, I'm sure Baby Bop and Riff, have some new ideas we can teach the children."

The little yellow dinosaur nodded in felicitousness, over looking his ideas as well in his head. "Yeah, and I have some too!"

"Tell me along the way." He told his little buddy, while later humming his sad, true, and yet understand song to himself, while hearing the words of ideas leave his pal's mouth.

"This new show is going to be great."

"That it will be, B.J., that it will be."

The End.