The Babblings of a Diseased Mind

THE WOLVERINE

I’ve Seen Mckinley And The Northern Lights,

Seen The Wolf Pack Run On Moonlit Nights,

But The Durndest Sight I’ve Ever Seen

Is That Red Eyed Beast Called The Wolverine. 

I Was Campin’ Out An’ The Sun’d Just Set

‘N’ I Was Fixin’ To Smoke My Last Cigarette. 

My Mind, I Guess, Was Miles Away,

With Memories Of Other Days,

When Across The Campfires Yellow Glare. 

I Seen Him Just A Standin’ There. 

His Eyes Red Coals In The Firelight,

‘Bout Forty Pounds Of Dynamite. 

From The Puzzled Look On His Face It’d Seem

It Was The First Time Ever, He’d Seen A Man Turn Green. 

He’s Standin’ Stiff Legged An’ Lets Out A Grunt.

I Don’t Know Whether To Pass Or Punt. 

I Hoped He’d Just Turn And Walk Away,

While My Heart Beat Fast And My Hair Turned Gray. 

But He Made His Move And He Was Lightning Fast

And I Knew Right Then That I’d Been Outclassed. 

So I Lived Up To The Part, As They Used To Say,

Of ‘He Who Fights And Runs Away.’

Now My Record Still Stands And I Don’t Mean To Brag,

But I Ran Three Miles In A Sleeping Bag.