The Hollywood Ranger

Their lived a man once upon a time in Hollywood Who in peace and war his glory stood Reaching by far his story could For he was known to share holy food From a holy book in Hollywood Always alone he used to be With his broad sword no enemy was left free He could slash and shriek zubb zubb like a bee And took a holy book and said, ‘Lord forgive me.’ And finally admitted this is how it’s suppose to be He went to the coast to enjoy the calm see breeze And watched immigrant ships telling him to freeze He killed people who had pads on their knees And preached to those who has none of these And could finally pray as usual in the breeze He stood for all joy and stood for anger For he had to use both his book and his panga As they both worked on people to kill their hunger He gave a wait to his finger Which pointed at the book to kill the anger For his missions he never was late I don’t know how because there were no calendars to tell the date Nor clock to tell the time, but sunrise and sunset When he hunted his need until he would get And his book and sword was used on time, never late He was known to be a Hollywood ranger Who could welcome any stranger Whether for peace or war he was ready for any danger On Christmas he used to sing away in a manger And he was ready to preach and fight as a ranger Stories were flying about adventures of him But publishers were scared to publish his film Nor light on him could beam For they were afraid of his team: The holy book, the sword, and him Now you may wonder how I’m writing about this man It’s neither because I have a gun Nor because I’m able to run But it’s because he passed away and he’s done And every creature in Hollywood remembers this man.