Now Felix was a tough old bird, comin’ through the war and all
He was raised in the Dakotas and he seldom took a fall
A bare fisted fighter in the backrooms and the bars
A pocket full a dollars for a fistful of stars
He found himself in Iwo Jima
At seventeen years old
On a ship called the Antietam
In the middle of a war
Now Tillie was a sweetheart
Five daughters and eight boys
She gave her lover Felix
In the years after the war
Nestled in the Pintlers at seven thousand feet
In a lodge that Felix built just below the Peaks
Was the daughter of old Felix
The fairest of the five
I knew she’d fit me like a glove
If we could dance that night
I Swear she could wear the light a’ the moon
Like it was tailor made for her
That woman I love wore her moonlight laced with love
And oh how she fits me like a glove
© will callery 9/7/2013

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