The Kindly Copper

Oh, for that kindly copper I knew long years ago, A stalwart man and proper, Crime's unrelenting foe. He was for me a shield, a friend Who sole concern was to defend Such just rights as I know. My bedtime thoughts went with him What time his forthright feet, In slow and measured rhythm, Patrolled his midnight beat; And, knowing he was on my side, I blessed him, snugly satisfied, Our concord was complete. And now, tho' we've neglected No duty, sought no change, This friend I once respected Half hostile grows, and strange. They've made of him a hybrid thing: And jobs we both dislike now bring Him well within my range. His stern eye holds suspicions I feel I don't deserve Re rules and requisitions That fairly get my nerve. And, when I motor thro' the land, His great, prohibitive, red hand Restrains my merry verve. They give him duties menial Jobs that no proud cop asks; So that he, once so genial, No more in favor basks. And I am quite convinced the pop ularity of any cop Must suffer thro' these tasks.