He came into the store, and oh what a sight
He was chewing on some candy, and his smile
was just right
He wanted a job, for money to earn
He was game for it all, he was willing to learn
Go pick up pine cones, we’ll pay for each
one
Little did we know, he’d gather almost
a ton
We knew right away, a keeper he’d be
Then "Pine Cone Bob", was his name,
don’t you see
The pine cones were gathered, so to fliers he
went
Five cents a piece, to front doors he was sent
He never seemed to tire, and there was always
that grin
He was loved by one and all, it was almost a
sin
Then on to racquetball, where I taught him to
play
The competition was fierce, day after day
Finally he ground me, off of the court
But "Racquetball Bob", was a pretty
good sport
At Schaaf Floral he continued, to rise with
the cream
He was selling to customers, and his eye had
a gleam
He even made corsages, believe it or not
For a guy still in high school, that’s
quite a shot
I remember asking, what’s your goal here
in school?
With the answer he gave, I knew he wasn’t
a fool
The National Honor Society and college, for
a teacher I’ll be
Elementary Education is where it’s at,
and that’s for me
Then on to pool school, and "Shooter"
he became
We weren’t the best in the class, but it
was never the same
Now "Shooter", go forward, your gifts
you must share
Go teach the young children, that they too must
care!!
