The name of each saloon's a Bar
The fittest of its names by far.
A Bar to heaven, a door to hell;
Whoever named it named it well.

A Bar to manliness and wealth,
A door to want and broken health;
A Bar to honor, pride and fame,
A door to grief and sin and shame.

A Bar to hope, a Bar to prayer,
A door to darkness and despair;
A Bar to honored useful life,
A door to brawling, senseless strife.

A Bar to all that's true and brave,
A door to every drunkard's grave;
A Bar to joys that home imparts,
A door to tears and aching hearts.

A Bar to heaven, a door to hell;
Whoever named it named it well.

- The Buckler, 2/26/1970