Mr. Lambert

Chorus:

The jaws of a beast,

One looked at when entering.

The man who created it,

Marshall Lambert - small town genius.

He only walked to work, striding away.

Mr. Lambert was a true American.

I sat up front,

In Sophomore science class.

Talk of early horses,

Two toes or three,

Fossils in the County,

Mr. Lambert knew.

Chorus:

The jaws of a beast,

One looked at when entering.

The man who created it,

Marshall Lambert - small town genius.

He only walked to work, striding away.

Mr. Lambert was a true American.

He had twin boys, brilliant as he,

One perished, California ocean deep.

The other to take the Eagle over.

Kin had died by a rare Montana tornado.

He had been in the Air Force,

World War II, Alaska.

Chorus:

The jaws of a beast,

One looked at when entering.

The man who created it,

Marshall Lambert - small town genius.

He only walked to work, striding away.

Mr. Lambert was a true American.

With him my science mind expanded,

A great teacher he was.

No one questioned him,

Oh, except Kris with evolution.

The class picnic and fossil hunting,

And photography club, but without me.

Chorus:

The jaws of a beast,

One looked at when entering.

The man who created it,

Marshall Lambert - small town genius.

He only walked to work, striding away.

Mr. Lambert was a true American.

Many in the county donated,

Items to his museum.

I gave him a ram’s skull,

Not wild he concluded,

Only mineralized in Box Elder.

He was a shining light.

Chorus:

The jaws of a beast,

One looked at when entering.

The man who created it,

Marshall Lambert - small town genius.

He only walked to work, striding away.

Mr. Lambert was a true American.

Mr. Lambert was out of place,

In a small cowboy town.

Yet his presence was cherished,

His time at Princeton notwithstanding.

I identified totally with him,

Most likely as did others.

Chorus:

The jaws of a beast,

One looked at when entering.

The man who created it,

Marshall Lambert - small town genius.

He only walked to work, striding away.

Mr. Lambert was a true American.

What Mr. Lambert, of that lofty generation,

Gave to me and others cannot be counted.

The museum lives on, bigger than it was.

The pendulum he wished to build never was,

But his soul is still around town,

Striding away - freely giving out - more knowledge.

Chorus:

The jaws of a beast,

One looked at when entering.

The man who created it,

Marshall Lambert - small town genius.

He only walked to work, striding away.

Mr. Lambert was a true American.