That night hoss he got the gate open. You find the next mornin’ he’s gone.
And there by the fence lays your saddle, but nothin’ to put the thing on.
Might walk up to one with a bridle, and that’s jest about your last hope;
On foot you can never corral ’em; they’ll run at the sight of a rope.
There’s water out there in the paster, them hosses don’t have to come in.
You may be their owner or master, but when will you ride ’em ag’in?
You git near “Old Paint” with a bridle, he generally lets you walk up,
But now he starts runnin’ and dodgin’ and playin’ around like a pup.
You notice a couple of buzzards up yonder twixt you and the sun;
A sailin’ around and a watchin’; well, mebby they reckon it’s fun.
They call man the “Lord of Creation,” I never could figger out why.
All the critters on Earth can outrun him and even a buzzard can fly.
He may be allright when he’s ridin but once he gits down on the ground,
He’s about as much good as a turtle, with nothin’ to pack him around.
On hoss back or in a big city, a man may show up purty fair,
But he’s only an object fer pity, on foot twenty miles frum nowhere.
(Bruce Kiskaddon)
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