We Who Laugh Last, Laugh Best

That foolish stranger who had wandered into town bickering with folks, trying to shove them around was nothing more than an old worn-out clown. Beneath Soup Creek Bridge, we saw him drown. We thought he'd learned a lesson and ran away, but fate did him in for being such a mean hombre' Sooner or later the devil always demands his pay. The foolish stranger couldn't escape his doomsday. He thought he'd left Soup Creek with a parting gift that would make some angry, leaving others miffed but it triggered laughter, which gave the town a lift, knowing that hombre's ghost has been set adrift. Foolishly, he tried to dance in the streets of Soup Creek expecting those he'd injured to turn the other cheek. With no help from the Beautiful People, once his clique, the stranger with a mean streak was cowardly and weak There's a moral to all stories, and this one is no exception "Treat people like dirt and don't expect a warm reception." The measure of a man isn't found in lies and deception That was the stranger's concept, a gross misconception. No peace to be found in death for one who doesn't behave. Thanks to Sheriff Koplin, Gambler Milt, and Ranger Dave, the ladies and the posse who pointed guns at the knave. Undertaker Tom, time to put that dead stranger in a grave.