Stick Horse Cowboy  

Yep eee - getty up! Echoes through the room.
In storms a cowboy -
riding a broom.

He’s mean! He’s nasty! He’s full of dirt!
out comes a gun
He gives it a squirt.

A yank on the straw - a kick to the flank,
He gets off his horse -
swaggers for a drank.

He bellies to the bar, ready for a night
To tell all the boys
about his fight.

The boys gather 'round - to hear his tale
A shout to the bartender, -
"Serve up some ale"!

Against bullets and arrows - he made his stand
He killed the last twelve,
with only his hand.

He strolls from the bar - tall in stride
The smile on his face,
shows his pride.

The twilight side of another day
"No girls, no money, -
to get’n my way"

Mom strokes his hair - a kiss to the head
She pulls up the cover,
then tucks him in bed.

Barnum Taylor © 1998