Jack Walton was his name

Jack by name and Jack by nature

Jack the lad in fact

and a very naughty boy was he

around the time of fifty-three

 

beyond redemption in the classroom

defiant and damned right from the start

Jekyll and Hyde a friend of sorts

unsmashable by deeds and thoughts

 

I could have lost my sight one day

when a metal tube he threw my way

his father owned a gun from the war

in the hands of his son that son of a gun

scattered us boys like birds for fun

 

Overtaking on a bend

his life abruptly came to an end

his reputation in a moment scattered

in a dream of conquest that hardly mattered