Young John Cooney
Young John Cooney was no troubled lad,
It mattered not that he had no dad;
A loving home and family kept him glad,
He seemed content with his lot, rarely sad.
Young John Cooney was no troubled lad,
Middle of the road was he; no extremist rad.
Teachers couldn't remember him every getting mad;
He'd never been sent to the office for being bad.
His clothes were fashionable, if not the latest fad;
His room 'typical teen-ager,' a pretty cool pad.
True, he hadn't dated much; he was shy a tad;
A few of the girls interviewed said he was a cad.
Yes, Young John Cooney was no troubled lad,
Til he fired the shot from which his best friend bled.
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