The Boxer

The Boxer

By Paul McCann

The boxer can’t judge what’s right or wrong ,

he’s got a job to do and he’s got to be strong  ,

round after round he’s doing his best,

a few body punches, puts him to the test ,

when the gloves get heavy he can’t wait for the bell

but in the next round he fighting like hell .

Hey Boxer every where you go ,

the crowds like to see you put on a show ,

the way you talk before the bout ,

putting them down , knocking them out.

Sitting in the corner , the times going slow ,

he’s counts out the seconds now he’s ready to go ,

the coach is telling him keep up your guard

and if you get half a chance better hit him hard .

The boxer gives a nod that’s he understood ,

he’s on his feet in a fighting mood

Hey Boxer every where you go ,

the crowds like to see you put on a show ,

the way you talk before the bout ,

putting them down , knocking them out.

Final round , seconds out ,

he takes a deep breath ,

never giving  up , he’ll fight to the death ,

he picks up the pace , his feet in a flurry

his opponent backs off  starting to worry,

a lethal combination left and  right ,

he hit the canvas and they turned out the light .

Hey Boxer every where you go ,

the crowds like to see you put on a show ,

the way you talk before the bout ,

putting them down , knocking them out.

.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ehms0qvxJpM

.