My World

My World

Fearless I am, and I always fight alone.
Defeating countless foes;
My list of mighty deeds is endless.
Sometimes I'm hurt, but it matters not.
Don't you see?
I just go home to my mum,
She always bathes my knee.

I thought I'd breathed my last
At the re-fought Battle of the Big Horn yesterday,
Cavalry slaughtered, I drove them back alone,
And as the last Indian went back to his tepee.
I limped back home to see my mum
Who always bathes my knee.

The Evil Empire's forces
Had all but crushed the free.
Every last remaining rebel chained.
'Till with righteous anger I came and saved the day.
The Evil Emperor laid his sabre at my feet.
"Can I come home with you" he sobbed
And would you mum please bathe my knee?

Graham Fewell