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![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() THE FOOT PATROL She walks along. Her nightstick twirls. She tips her hat to boys and girls. The merchants smile as she goes by All confident she keeps her eye On each of their emporia. She'll stop, do anything for ya. Just ask, she won't ignore you. She'll bend your ear and bore you; But she'll always show when cops are called; When cats are treed and cars are stalled; When neighbors have a donnybrook Or property's been wrongly took; When any older person's scared Or some dispute's got too well-aired; Whenever there's the slightest need. It's in the nature of the breed. And what does she get paid for this? Not love nor money nor hug nor kiss Nor all the tea that China brews Could tempt her from patrolman's shoes. She can't conceive a job to top The one she's got -- to be a cop Pounding pavement, on the street, To be outside and walk a beat; To have the opportunity To serve the whole community. Go To TABLE OF CONTENTS ![]() Questions? E-mail Us! CONSTANTINE'S CIRCUS, INC. PO Box 7223 Capitol Station Albany, NY 12224-0223 518-465-4413 518-465-3200 FAX |