[Jurassic Referee]

Originally Posted by Dan_ref

There was an old hermit named Dave...

(btw, good find: Robert Service)

Ol' Bob musta know the Chuckster too....

Being a shorty, as you see
A bare five footer
The why my wife is true to me
Is my six shooter
For every time a guy goes by
Who looks like a lover
I polish it to catch his eye
And spin it over

He notes it's notches as I say
Believe me, brother
If Junie ever goes astray
There'll be another
A husband has to have a gun
And guts to pull it
Few fellows think a bit of fun
Is worth a bullet.

For June would sit on any knee
If it wore pants
Yet she is faithful unto me
As gossip grants
And though I know some six foot guy
Would better suit her
Her virtue triumphs, thanks to my
Six shooter.