It was an early morning hour and Rusty was a fright
A pack of hungry Goblins had chased him half the night
The fog was lifting gently and the dew was laying low
As Rusty charged the skyline with his feet a thumping so
His legs were swinging faster than his heart was pumping blood
Yet the foe was pressing harder than his straining muscles could
His tossled head was bobbing like a craft upon the Sea
And he was indeed quite fearful he'd soon be fricassee
As the Goblins swept upon him in a rough and tumble way
He asked of them quite meekly: "Do you fellows wanna play?"
A Jaybird came a'hustling through the branches of a tree
For a ruckus was a'brewing and the front row seat was free
"That Rusty is a sissy!" screamed that Jaybird in the tree
"Skin him down to his underwear and sock him once for me."
Rusty bowed, winked an eye, and flashed his pearly whites
Then throwed a kiss to the Jaybird as he turned about to fight
"Kill that mangy cockroach!" screamed the Jaybird from his chair
"Wring his blooming neckbone and yank out all his hair."
But the turf had started flying as the patties hit the fan
And A Goblin went to Heaven to see The Promised Land
"FOUL!" screamed the Jaybird. "The human is a cheat."
"He's serving below the belt.... he's hitting with his feet."
Rusty commenced a'swinging with a pine knot he had found
And Goblin parts were soon enough a'landing on the ground
"UNFAIR!" accused the Jaybird. "The boy don't know the rules.
Rusty teeth ain't labeled as legal fighting tools."
The wheel it kept a'spinning as the Devil snuck out the door
St. Peter was cashing chips, and no one was keeping score
Gabriel sounded the trumpet as the last Goblin closed the show
And it clutched the final ticket to that place all Soldiers go
It was an early morning hour and the sun was on the rise
The dew was drying quickly and the breeze was bringing flies
Rusty stood a'leaning with his head a'hanging low
Basking in the glory and the highlights of the show:
"It was not I who fought the battle. They overlooked me in the fuss
They struck blows against their ownselves and strangled on the dust.
I do not claim to be a scrapper, though at times I tend to be.
Back during intermission I whipped that loudmouth in the tree."
THE END