Some folks leave a mark - That others never see
The life that they lead - Seems so simple and
free
But, examined up close - The good that they’ve
done
Is something to behold - With the hearts that
they’ve won!
And you, Mr. Puckett - Should really feel proud
You went on with your business - Never boasting
or loud
Life was a game - And you played it quite well
With the baseball you love - You were never one
to dwell!
Though your profile was high - And temptation
abound
You had fun with your family - And friends all
around
Your roots were grown deep - And you never forgot
How your Mom was devoted - Since you were a tot!
Some stories are humorous - Now that you’re
grown
Like learning to run - Because the hall lights
were blown
But you never gave up - And always had a smile
The child that was built wrong - Could hit the
ball a mile!
But the kids were your friends - You wanted them
to see
If a person works hard - They can be, what they
want to be
And those people in need - They know your name
Not one in a million - Would have acted the same!
When adversity struck - You gave us a gift
You showed us that life - Can have a paradigm
shift
Nothing else changed - You just couldn’t
play
The game that you loved - Day after day!
But for the rest of your life - Remember one thing
Though you were not ordained - You’re still
a King!
As our lives go on - We want you to understand
We’ll think of our friend Kirby - Every time
we hear "Hey Man"!
