Web Pages By Elizabeth Genna
He said I�m a rebel He didn�t need to tell us, We could already see, He said, �I don�t like nobody, That looks different than me. The pickup he drove Had a pen for the dogs. With tires made for mud, Or it could climb over logs. The rebel flag in the window Gave a warning quite fair. We couldn�t see a sheet, But we knew it was there Out came his boots As he opened the truck door, They cost more than the carpet, on my living room floor. The hat he reached for It was a sight to behold. Stay away from his kind That�s what we�ve been told. I thought if we cross him We will be in a fix. But when he stood up He was only five foot six. I wish I had a camera I would like a picture of that. A five gallon man In a ten gallon hat.
