The school bullies were out and about
To each girl who passed they did shout
As I walked by I looked in one boys eye
There was bad seed you see between him and I
But on this day it was not to be
At least between him and me
With bullies hanging around the Wantabee
The command given he ran knocked books from his hand
My friend did not want to fight no blow did he land
I looked at my rival and said call off your dogs
"He said you want a part of me?" freinds oinked like hogs
But it wasn't to be him and me that day
I raised my fist to the boy who tossed the books away
Twentyeight punches I threw counted by friends of mine
The boy lay bleeding who had crossed the line
The Principal came then to break up the fight
It was detention that day, as I was lead away
And I said to the bully, "Its you and me to make things right!"
But you know those bullies it wouldn't happen that day
For most often they boast but let courage get in the way
This actually was true. The boy I defended today is a Lawyer
never was a fighter. The boy I fought was not as tough as
he proclaimed to be. My rival, was probably more than a match
for me. One day we were to meet and I am not ashamed to know
my limitations. I waited at the proclaimed spot a little frightened
When he didn't show I read about it the next day. He was
dragracing. Four people were killed in the wreck. He survived
but two months later committied suicide. What I saw in his
eyes may not have been wanting me but some insanity.