Battling Joe Ennis

rode slowly through

Black Cat Canyon

his steely grey eyes

scanning back and forth,

for in this place

the Wolf Packs

were always on the prowl,

up ahead he could see the

storm clouds gathering in the distance,

shelter had to be found.

 

Suddenly!!

a voice rang out!!

 

come on Battling Joe

bed for you lad,

it's gone nine don't you know,

so Battling Joe Ennis

went to dream of other places,

other battles waiting to be won.