By: Becky Jean Fuller
An important day in '81.
Through the chest the bullet ran
As to Tim, Tom and Jim
Tim McCarty was Secret Service
Tom Delehaty, a policmen of the neighborhood
Still in surgery as of now.
Just who is the man to blame?
'Bout six hours on the TV it's been.
President Reagan shot by some man's gun.
Through the country the news did spread.
I'm sure some heard the man was dead.
Hardly known by the wounded man.
To the ground, three men fell.
Others just began to yell.
The president thanks all of them.
These men wounded, one quite serious.
Why these three leaves me curious.
Probably all men were nervous.
To the bullet this man ran.
Saving it from the important man.
In the course of the bullet he stood.
To the neck, the bullet did bite.
Now we hear he'll be all right.
To the brain his bullet did vow.
His codition still quite shady.
This is Press Secretary, Jim Brady.
Jim Hinkley, we hear is his name.
Only twenty-five years of age.
Probably now it's life in the cage.
More now of these importat men.
At 9:00 it's off CBS
Are the men all right? The answer is, "Yes!"
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