Colin F. Jones


They said he fell from a chopper!
Hell! That wasn’t true!!
He was shot on the wire by a mate!
Poor Harry was one of the few.
But he’s gone so it doesn’t matter
How he died; well it’s just too late;
And who the hell wants to scatter
The truth about a good mate.
He’s dead and lost to his woman
Lost to his friends and folks
He never saw what was comin’,
Nor heard the following jokes
So it remains a festering lie
What caused my friend Harry to die