A Man Upstanding

A Man Upstanding He’s an upstanding citizen, A judge no less; Six feet two, silver white hair; Posture with an athlete’s chest. So admired, him and his wife, He always had his arm round her waist; Both rocks of the church, so many years; ‘Til she died and saddened his face. Still he stood tall, it doesn’t take long, For church widows to zero in; Saturday he married another church lady; A new life they’ll happily begin. Now I know you’re wondering about him, What dire secret he has must be big, Sorry to disappoint you folks, The worst you can say, he wears a wig.