Keith Dovoric Poet Ballad

Pikersville

We were tight — we were thick as thieves 
Only we didn’t quite know it then 
Isn’t it true that a friend in need
Is your only kind of friend 

And we band of brothers 
Went marching through the streets
Ready to take that dirty old town by storm 
And we band of brothers,
Whoever we did meet
Became unwitting belligerents in our war

In Pikersville —
We were small-time 
But we had big ideas and big words 
In Pikersville — 
Strictly small-time 
The chosen steer marked out from the herd 

Now, a generation or more is passed 
And we’ve reared up our own 
To take up the Piker mantle, once again
To walk the casual hallways
In our glorious institutions
And glow like stars in a constellation of friends 

And we band of brothers 
Went marching through the streets
Ready to take that dirty old town by storm 
And we band of brothers,
Whoever we did meet
Were drafted as belligerents in our war

Small town — small change — full of big ideas

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