Stood only five foot tall with their back against the wall could best them all
As an oak in a hurricane stands, arms steel bands, grip of a vice in their hands
Worked more than any one, from dawn to setting sun, then they\'d only begun
Knee deep in bogs on their back hauling logs, meaner than any junkyard dogs
Could out curse any man tongue of a rusty tin can words the devil would ban
At cards could deal knew how to steal, cooked a chef\'s saucier meal
Sharp as a razor blade, called a spade a spade could swindle and trade
Could out think and with nary a blink, could any one out smoke or drink
Hard as nails soft as down, sometimes acted the clown, never sported a frown
Grew up wild, with heart tender, nature mild, so gentle with any child
Body and face of Aphrodite, wearing her silk nighty, how I miss her god almighty