There once was a cowboy without a horse
No map, no compass, no GPS course
His stetson askew his eyes all weary,
A broken thumb can be related quite clearly
To a chap with no ears and minus six toes
And one arm where not a single hair grows
His one eye slashed with a scar to his chin
His face damned and wretched, crooked with sin
A cantakerous codger with only his loot
Smelt of a thousand rats and kept one in his boot
But this fearsom fiend had an embarassing flaw
For a tough old brute he was just four foot four
A man as awful, as awful as he should be at least fifteen stone and be six foot three
But all he had were his bark and his bite
So he stole horses to make tall men half their height.
The lonesome cowboy was a handsome guy
No stubble, no scars, no squinty eye
At five foot twelve he was a stud all round
All the ladies would swoon, even the priest of the town
So this thug hatched a plan, bold yet mad,
He would steal all the steed and be the town cad
From up on a horse locals would never see
That there's eight year olds taller than he..
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