An Ode to Drew

1978

It was a cool day in may when number 4 son was born

To join his three brothers and sister forlorn,

For all of us Martins the sun shone brighter

Who would have thought in our midst was a fighter

I still tremble when It think of his holler

He was always after the almighty dollar

To go to the show with his friend Billy

The tow of them almost drove me silly

I often told him of the devil and sin

When he fought with Doug and the rest of his kin

But he would say that they were no better

So who do you think wore the hat with the feather?