For we went to school together, “The Sunflower Kid” and me,
And we knew each other’s tactics like the saying A to Z.
The bell rang; we came to the front and neither of us smiled,
We were feinting and “feeling each other out,” and one of my swings went wild;
No damage was done in the opening round, except for a few left hooks,
I was sure I had his number then and proceeded to mar his looks.
The eighth opened up, I was still very fresh, getting stronger all the while,
I ducked “The Kid’s” right swing to the jaw and met him with a smile,
Yes, a smile and also a right hand smash to the softest part of the jaw,
And “The Kid” went down from the force of the blow and laid out on the straw.