Fred B. Baker, II

BOTN
(To the tune of Penny Lane)

In the northwest lives the ol’ man we call Paps
Making beaded chains of love for his mates
There not a bone in him that’s known as mean
He’s a clean Marine

In the northeast lives another we call names in jest
Paco is our Yankee full of zest
He’s learned that three wheels suit him best
Piss on the rest

BOTN keeps us young and makes us spry
Tho’ long of tooth and maybe short of eye
We keep looking back

In this site there be brothers by the score
And almost all of them will watch your back
Not because they’re keeping track
It’s just a knack

And Eagle sits down in God’s waiting room
Enjoying all of Florida perks
He deserves a good conduct medal
For not killing snowbird jerks

BOTN keeps us young and makes us spry
Tho’ long of tooth and maybe short of eye
We keep looking back
Meanwhile back… in BOTN

Author’s Note: There is an internet group to which I belong called “Brothers of the ‘Nam”. We usually just refer to it as BOTN.

Fred B. Baker, II

BOTN (To the tune of Penny Lane)

BOTN
(To the tune of Penny Lane)