T'was a tragic day, years ago, as a great man lay slain,
He had a little son who proudly bore his name.
At the flag covered Bier, the little boy in his little suit,
Gave, for all the world to see, his Dad a salute.

His Dad was an honorable President of this USA:
And under his desk did the little boy play,
We know not what games came to his little heart,
Possibly "horsey" and "cars" and things of that sort.

His Dad's name was John Fitzgerald Kennedy,
This Country and the world's woes he was trying to remedy.
He was slain by some evil person that awful day,
While traveling to do his duty, he was on his way.

Once again a tragedy, the little boy lost his way,
Flying his plane somewhere over the bay,
Went down, and we lost our little boy, his wife and her sister, sad to say.
And John John, the whole world, sorely mourns you this day.

Copyright © Pearlie Duncan Walker
July 22, 1999

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