Ranger’s Sky

Ranger’s Sky, the mountain man,
walked the sacred Fatherland.
Head held high with snarl of teeth;
gardenia’s trampled under feet.

Ranger’s Sky, the mountain man,
kept his feelings in a can;
never for a soul to see.
Ranger’s liked his privacy.

Ranger’s Sky, the mountain man,
killed a poacher on his land.
Poacher thought that he’d be sly
and steal the can of Ranger’s Sky.

Ranger’s Sky, the mountain man,
hung himself with can in hand;
couldn’t take the pain of spies
creepin’, sneakin’, peekin’ side.