A Mass Formation Deserter

Shot him point blank.

His name was Frank.

Bro of old Yella Hair.

But Yella couldn’t care

Cause Yella wasn’t there

He wasn’t Yella Hair

When he weren’t there.

He was in The Nethers.

The Oh Whatevers.

Miles, a million miles

From Little Bighorn.

No, Yella’s forlorn.

See, Yella’s met his maker.

That Yella haired risk taker.

Ya, Yella meets his maker

Every day.