by Erin Barnard
When the sun goes down low
and the mysterious moon comes out in full,
A man named Zorro rides.
He is not afraid of the sun for
He loves the light of fairness and equality,
But he chooses the night
In which to shine his own light,
The light of justice.
With a swish of his sword
And a wave of his whip,
He beats all his foes
With a smile on his lips.
He does the work of an army,
Yet he is just one man.
Always laboring for a purpose
Fighting for justice is his plan.
