The Perry Boys   We brothers all were different Unique in our own ways Moe was the father’s image Felix his mother’s son John the lone gun smoking Bill the slow talking red And James the wild young one   Brought up under old school Where chivalry was the rule A man gave up a seat to a lady Stood tall like a stubborn mule   We learned his lessons early The family always stands as one Dad taught us to stick together Till each battle was won   Now years have passed Jim and Bill moved on to God alone John’s lives out West in Alberta Moe, like me, stayed close to home   Someday though, again we’ll stand together As we did when life was sweet The Perry brothers once more united Before our maker we will once more meet.

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