Fables For Little Folk

He was six foot four and wide as a door And he weighed two hundred pounds And he laughed as he spoke, "I’ll cool that bloke. I’ll flatten him in two rounds." Ah, the crowd they cheered, but the crowd they jeered When his foeman stepped in the ring; They hissed and jowled and the giant scowled And rushed with a round-house swing. Yes, he came full tilt but the beans were spilt For the smaller man timed him fair And knocked him out with a left hand clout And the crowd gave him the air. So the moral is this: make your foeman miss And never lead with your right, But the first that you’re to do is be sure That it’s not Jack Dempsey you fight.