'It's sadly true, dear grandpa,
That the rough men are so rare
And that folks who uphold the law
Face tasks that none should bear
But I see things, dear grandpa,
That your tired eyes yet miss
And if only you could see them
It would fill your heart with bliss
For I see them in the alleys
And I see them on the streets
I see them in their cruisers
And i see them on their feet
I see them in my church
And I see them in my school
I watch them as they search
And bring justice to the cruel
I see them from the backyard
And I watch them far from home
As they take the giant's path
To places none should roam
You say the rough man's gone
But i see him every night
As my pajamas i don
He is gearing up to fight
And he stands up in my tree house
To keep watch behind my fence
And he stands there through the night
Without ego or pretense
The goons wear different masks now
But their faces never changed
And the less we choose to cow
The more they become enraged
But still those brawny thugs wait
With bated breath in thrall
For the chance to berate
And to pound and break and maul
The rough men walk among us
And they strike out swift and strong
And we'll walk home safe tonight
For I'll one day join their throng'