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I agree.From the Roosevelt Fitzgerald Professional Papers (MS-01082) -- Short stories and poems by Roosevelt Fitzgerald file.
man001067. Roosevelt Fitzgerald Professional Papers, 1890-1996. MS-01082. Special Collections and Archives, University Libraries, University of Nevada, Las Vegas. Las Vegas, Nevada. http://n2t.net/ark:/62930/d1d21vz8d
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HOME OF THE BRAVE BY ROOSEVELT FITZGERALD
I could tell that he was brave When I saw him frying bacon in the nude
He was standing at the stove With a fork in his hand Turning over bacon That was frying in the pan The grease was a' popping But he never flinched It splattered on his belly But he didn't give an inch It was old fashioned bacon The kind with a rind He was frying up a storm 'Bout to go out of his mind I heard a loud pop And he turned to cover up But the grease flew too fast And it fried him on the butt He didn't know I was watching As he continued his task He took a large ice cube And rubbed it on his ask? With the back side of the fork He held the bacon down It was cooking up evenly Boy, he was really going to town I was tempted to speak to him But I decided not to intrude Yes, I could tell that he was brave Frying that bacon in the nude Yes, I could tell that he was brave Frying bacon in the nude He was truly from the country Not one ounce of city dude He was humming a song That I could barely make out It sounded something like This beats frying trout
I always knew that he was tough But that's another matter
I really saw that he had nerve When the grease began to splatter He ran his life like he ran everything With a certain amount of gall Why he didn't even flinch When a droplet hit a ball
You would've thought that would hurt Or at least raise his ire
But all I heard him utter was;
Great balls on fire
He seemed to me to be having
A great deal of fun
And when he turned and faced me
I saw his loaded gun
Down the hallway I went
Coyly on the run
Before we had that bacon
Boy did we ever have some fun
Yes, I knew that he was brave
When I saw him frying bacon in the nu His bravery affected everything Especially his attitude
Frying bacon in the nude
Brought out his best
And over the next few hours
He was able to stand the test
Oor country needs more men like this
Not the crass, the crude and rude
But men who can stand right up there And fry bacon in the nude.