Listening to every heart
The Law[yer]manís Quest
He stands tall for a man of the Ď90ís, itís true
He has a lawyerís stature and style
But he is not what he appears to you
Itís hidden beneath the mustache, in his smile.
For what he is on weekends, is a lawman enthusiast
Not a cop, nor detective, but a lawman from the 90ís past.
He promotes the rules, the laws he will enforce,
heíll shoot you straight up, so the lesson is donít stray, of course.
The skits performed look so real, gunpowder fills the air
Donít turn your back on him, you wouldnít even dare.
His duds they are real, he spares no expense
Heíll even tear his trousers as he quick jumps over a fence.
He can talk the lingo and he can walk the walk
And the villains for sure, away from him balk.
Heís not one for horses, but for sure he can ride
Heís more for a pistol on his hip, and a friend by his side.
Heíll take the law and enforce it for your safetyís sake
Heíll even spit in the villainís eye, and rid the evil snake.
This 1990ís ďnowĒ lawyer, and 1890ís ďthenĒ lawman
Will protect you now, as he could then, for lawlessness he will ban.
12 August, 1999
Words will always express our feelings true. ~~~ KRJ
Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow