Just last week, I saw you at the fair.
You waved to me, like no one else was there.
You watched over the land and our fried food,
From fried butter to Girl Scout cookies, whatever our mood.
And then today, tragedy struck.
They all tried to save you, each Dallas fire truck.
At 60 years old, now we bid farewell,
To the man that always made my fair days so swell.
You survived football battles, the wild bird show too.
You even let them sell fried alligator right next to you!
You’re a true Texan man in your red and your blue,
Your poor awkward left arm never knew what to do.
So here’s a final wave, Big Tex, King of the Fair,
Thanks for waving to us, at least you went out with “flair”
R.I.P. Big Tex
Some day in the fall of 1952 – October 19, 2012