Buzzy

Once upon a time in our youth

There was a very happy gang

Who were sometimes a little uncouth

But being teenagers we didn’t have sense

to give a hang.

We went to Saint Paul’s High School

One of us was lanky and tall

A smooth talker who was no fool

Even when convincing you spring was fall.

Buzzy was his nickname

Gerald Farnsworth Fitzgerald his real

Yet we loved him just the same.

Arguing with him was no big deal.

He played football, basketball and ran track.

One winter night with eight of us in a 40’ Hudson car

He argued with us to go back

As we slid down a toboggan slide under a bright star.

Buzzy through it all always hit the books

Even when we were mischievous as Tom Sawyer

And giving him mocking looks

You see Farnsworth like his dad went on to be a lawyer.

Nigh on fifty years Buzzy practiced law and many briefs he had to file.

Married to Carol, three children, three grandchildren

they had.

Charitable endeavors became his style.

Thus when mortal life ended is it really sad?

Because now before heaven’s court

There is a new barrister standing at that bar

Arguing when their time comes a case of this sort

To grant clemency to the rest of the souls who rode in that

40’ Hudson car.