Here comes the sheriff of poetry
He said I ended my poem improperly
He\'s got a bandolier and he\'s out for me
Because I shot at him and ran off in a hurry
Here comes the sheriff of poetry
He gave me a ticket for not rhyming
He\'s got a bandolier and he\'s out for me
But he can\'t catch me so I ain\'t worried
Here comes the sheriff of poetry
His badge gleaming in the sun, so sparkly
And the gun in his holster is out for me
So I\'ve gotta lay low if I wanna be free
But instead I said, \"Hey Sheriff! What\'cha doin with that gun?\"
\"Are you emptying its chambers or havin\' a bit of fun?\"
\"Would you mind if I joined you under this blazing sun?\"
But he turned around and gave a frown so now I\'m on run
Addendum:
If you see the sheriff would you let me know?
Do you think if he caught me he\'d let me go?
If you see the sheriff would you tell his wife
I\'ve got a bigger gun and a sharper knife?