- Not to be confused with The Lone Survivor.
The Lone Ranger is a poem by Michael Rosen. The poem is mainly about his opinion about the program of the same name.
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DISCLAIMER: This is a transcript for a video of Michael performing the poem/book, not a transcript from the actual poem/book itself.
The Lone Ranger.
When I was a kid, we had no TV. Just imagine that, no TV! How did we live? Then one day, the TV arrived. Two guys brought it in. It was huge! *hfff, phoo-phoo* Like a wardrobe, it was bigger than them! They struggled to get it in through the door. It was massive. Yeah, like this. Huge, huge. Only the screen... was tiny. It was about as big as a slice of bread, and it wasn't colour. Do you know what it was? "No, no, no. Not black and white. Black and white hadn't been invented yet. It was grey and grey. And you couldn't really see what was going on, all that happened was that, there were, like, smudges moving across the screen. Some of them were light grey, and some of them were dark grey.
Now my favourite program was The Lone Ranger. There was a tune that went with it. It's called William Tell's Overture. We all learned how to sing it going, (Michael singing the tune of William Tell's Overture.) The Lone Ranger had a mask. You could never see his eyes. We used to make a mask with our fingers, so that we look like the Lone Ranger, like this. (Michael puts his fingers on his eyes to make the Lone Ranger's mask.)
At the beginning of every program, a voice said: "A fiery horse with the speed of light, a cloud of dust and a hearty Hi-Yo Silver!" And a, light grey smudge. That was the Lone Ranger's white horse, went across the screen. We all learned how to say, "A fiery horse with the speed of light, a cloud of dust and a hearty Hi-Yo Silver!" Then, in the program, the Lone Ranger did all sorts of good deeds. But at the very end, he would disappear. No sign of him anywhere! There would just be, two people standing there, and one would turn to the other and say: "Who was that man?" and the other would say: "That was, the Lone Ranger." We all learned how to say that. We used to say it to each other in school. "Who was that man?" the other would say: "That was, the Lone Ranger." And then, the music would come back, (Michael singing the tune of William Tell's Overture.) That's how exciting, things were, in 1955.
