The Little Boy Who Saved The West

                                                              THE LITTLE BOY WHO SAVED THE WEST

I have a tale from long ago

About the old wild west

It's about a little boy who saved his town

From an outlaw, I do not jest

El Loco was this bad mans name

Feared both near and far

He'd killed too many men to count

But he'd never got a scar

He and his gang rode into town

One sunny scorching day

The sheriff begged for no trouble

And pleaded "Go away"

I'll not tell you what they did to him

But it wasn't very fun

Lets say his 45 was lighter

With one less bullet in his gun

They robbed the bank and had their way

With the women of the town

But a little boy of 6 years old

Said he'd take the outlaw down

He strolled up to El Loco

And said be outside at noon

Because he had to be in bed

Before the coming of the moon

El Loco laughed at this child

And said "Alright I'll play

I've never killed a child before

I think I'll start today"

The whole town tried to warn him

That he'd put him in a grave

But the little boy was sure

That his village he could save

Noon came, El Loco stood

Waiting with his gang

He didn't think that he'd show

When he heard the church bell clang

Then from a doorway came the little boy

His gun he could hardly lift

El Loco laughed at the child

This duel it would be swift

El Loco said "Ill tell you what

This is what I'll do

I'll let you have the first shot

In fact I'll give you two"

The little boy took his aim

Sent his bullet way too wide

It hit a window in the saloon

And disappeared inside

The gun it flung the little boy

Into the dust upon the ground

There wasn't another shot

Tears the only sound

El Loco went up and rubbed his head

"I'll tell you what young man

You are the bravest kid I've met

Since all my badness I began

But all this fighting's made me hungry

I saw some stew in a pot"

He and his gang entered the saloon

Took some servings steaming hot

He and his gang sat laughing

At the boy and his little joke

But then El Loco grabbed his throat

And he began to choke

El Loco took his final breath

And collapsed into a heap

You wouldn't think that he lay dead

You'd swear he was asleep

You see that little boys bullet

had landed in to food

So in fact his aim wasn't bad

It was very very good