He’s an untamed legend, a bit of a clown.
A likeable rascal always fooling around.
He once caused our captain who’s usually dull
to bring the Lord’s Bible down hard on his skull.
He doesn’t like school breaks rules every day
like wearing socks up his down all the way.
To the headmasters office for six of the best.
He’d give him a grin six more as a test.
He’s got attitude and swagger and up for a scrap.
Cheeky and fearless doesn’t take any crap.
Where he falls short in height he makes up with wit.
Stands up to taunts and shoots straight from the hip.
He doesn’t show weakness, the last time he cried
was when he was 10 and Scamp had died.
When he went missing we went searching till late
cause that’s what ya do for ya very best mate.
Next day dad found him dead in the gutter.
Killed with poison by some crazy fucker.
For a long time after they found our dog dead
he’d wake in the night crying, sob into his bed.