A Pyle For Gomer! Poem by Robert Edgar Burns

Hootie Who, Hootie Who,
Was all he needed to say.
But Hardy Harr was what came out,
And so he ruined the day!

Whenever marching in cadence,
He carried that clown faced grin.
They say he was dumber than sheep dip.
But they never met Gilligan.

He must have liked peeling potatoes.
For, he always worked in the mess.
Though all of his cohorts wore uniforms,
He always stood out from the rest.

His shirt was untucked or on backwards.
He talked like a girl on the phone.
But if another soldier had a guitar,
He sang in a deep baritone.

But his heart meant only good always.
He’d give you the shirt from his back.
But in making good friends of his enemies,
My, Gomer sure did have the knack.

So when choosing up teams in the future,
With Rambo or Bruce Willis we’d smile.
But if my enemies are ever to be brothers,
Give me a regiment of all Gomer Pyles!