The Bully
I was walking home from school one day
When a big, bad bully said, “Get out of my way.”
I looked at him, right in the eye
And said, “You are nothing but a big bad guy.”
“You’d better watch your mouth,” said he,
“or I’ll tie you in knots and put you up in a tree.”
“Tie me in knots? I don’t think so,” said I.
“You make me laugh, you big, bad guy.”
Well, all of a sudden, his eyes grew big,
And his ears began flapping, he’d flipped his wig.
Smoke started blowing out of his ears
But it didn’t bother me, I had no fears.
His crazy grin showed his missing teeth
And a cloud hung over his head like a wreath.
His muscles blew up like big balloons
He was one mad and crazy buffoon.
He narrowed his eyes into little slits
And came rushing towards me with big, hard fists.
One look at him and I had a hunch
If I didn’t run fast, he’d eat me for lunch.
But I didn’t need to run, and I wasn’t scared
And I wouldn’t fight, even if I was dared.
So what is a four-foot kid to do
When a bully comes chasing after you?
Well, I stopped in my tracks and put up my hand
And told this bully I would stand my stand.
I had no intention of running
So, if he was serious, he could keep on coming,
I said, “I won’t hit you first, and I won’t hit back,
So if it’s a fight you want, you’re on the wrong track.
Well, he put his fists down mighty fast
And said he had a question to ask.
“Where does a little guy like you get the guts
To tell a bully like me that I am nuts?”
“Hey,” I said, “anyone can punch and fight,
but you should use your strength for good and right.”
Now, you may be tall, and you may be svelte
But what you didn’t know is I’m a third-degree black belt!
I was taught right from the start
To be a gentleman in deed and a gentleman at heart.
So shake my hand, and be my friend
And all this fighting will come to an end.
With a silly grin, and a pat on the back,
We shook hands and made a pact.
I’ll be your buddy, and you’ll be my friend,
And that, boys and girls, is the end!
(Well, really, it’s the beginning—of a new friendship!)
