Mr Benn, wherever you went
People smiled and shook your hand
And wanted you to have a souvenir
To remember them by.
The cowboys called you pardner
And the Indians taught you their dance
What did you possess
To get into so many hearts?
You were so good
With every costume you put on
And here I am
Trying to master just one.
© 1996 Michael Aidulis all rights reserved