I’m goin’ to die with my boots on
Remarked a six old Errol Flynn
Oh my bus the other day
His mother nodded vaguely
Perhaps he will, perhaps he will.
Valkyries will not wait like wives
By a midnight sick bed
They’ll find me with open eyes
Where my adventures led.
The kid dashed down the aisle
Between the speckled seats
Leaping wide-eyed to press
The brailed button and I realised
He probably didn't know who Errol Flynn was.
No hospital beeps for me my love,
No wires or tubes I pray
I’m goin’ out with my black boots on,
In the blazing heat of day.