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Tales of the Texas Rangers: The Legend of Tom Brady's Shirt

Tales of the Texas Rangers:

The Legend of Tom Brady’s Shirt

 

Texas is rich with tales of old

Heroes, villains, San Saba’s gold

 

Once Aztecs ruled our shores and bays

And Tejas roamed the forest ways

 

Here in this sunburnt arid land

Comanches bold made their last stand

 

Karankawas, Apaches too -

All sorts of tales, and mostly true

 

Nueva Espana, then Mexico

Rebellion and the Alamo

 

But the strangest tale, we now assert

Is the mystery of Tom Brady’s shirt

 

Missing it is, after the game

Who is the thief? Who is to blame?

 

Dan Patrick, the lieutenant-guv

He swore by all the stars above

 

And most of all by that one Star

That’s flown in every saloon and bar

 

He’d catch that creep, and make him hurt

Whoever pinched Tom Brady’s shirt

 

So in this time of ******* danger

He called upon each Texas Ranger

 

His voice was low, but cold as steel:

“Y’all brang that mangy cur to heel;

 

Load your weapons, and saddle up!”

Each Ranger answered with a “Yup.”

 

All Rangers, now, be on alert:

Somebody rustled Tom Brady’s shirt

 

Every Texan expects your best

(Tom Brady is our honored guest)

 

He can’t go home in just his jeans

So find his jersey, by any means

 

Remember - not a blouse or skirt;

You’re looking for the poor man’s shirt

 

That’s why you Rangers are paid so much -

Search every ****** and hovel and hutch

 

Somewhere under the Texas skies

An outlaw hides, and probably cries

 

He shamed his state and he shamed his mama

And the only end to all this drama

 

Will come upon him like wind and dust

And a voice will command (with great disgust)

 

“Stand and deliver, you ugly varmint!

Hold up your hands, and drop that garment!”

 

“Oh, Texas Ranger, tell me true:

How did you find me? I feel so blue!”

 

And the Ranger will sing softly:

 

“The shirt of a stranger is upon you…”1

 

y colorín, colorado y este cuento se ha acabado, y’all

 

1Apologies to Chuck Norris

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