365 Project - Day 11

The Zebra Dunn

The Cowboy came from Cimmarron, looking for a job.
Said he rode for an outfit they call the Jingle-Bob.
The boss told the stranger, let's have ourseleves some fun.
Come and throw your saddle on our horse called Zebra Dunn.

Oh that Zebra Dunn, that bucking son of a gun
Pitching his wall-eyed fit, upon him I did sit

The punchers came and gathered, laughing up their sleeves.
Counting on their Zebra Dunn to do just what he pleased.
The cowboy hit the saddle and Dunny quit this earth.
Went right on up to try the sky for all that he was worth.

Oh that Zebra Dunn, that bucking son of a gun
Pitching his wall-eyed fit, upon him I did sit

Old dunny pawed the moon and passed right by the sun.
He chased some clouds awhile then came down like a ton.
We could see the tops of trees on very gosh darn jump.
But I stayed tight upon his back just like the cammels hump.

Oh that Zebra Dunn, that bucking son of a gun
Pitching his wall-eyed fit, upon him I did sit

We bucked accross the prairie and scatterd gophers as we went.
Kicked the cook and stew pot right through the boss'es tent.
But when the fray was over Dunny did all that he did.
No doubt was left in this world that Outlaw I had rid.

Oh that Zebra Dunn, that bucking son of a gun
Pitching his wall-eyed fit, upon him I did sit

The boss he whooped and hollared an threw his hat from his head.
He shook my hand until it ached and this is what he said,
If you can throw a lasso like you rode that Dunn.
You're the Cowboy I've Been looking for since the year of one.

Oh that Zebra Dunn, that bucking son of a gun
Pitching his wall-eyed fit, upon him I did sit

(http://www.abcnet2.net/Western%20Poetry.html#The%20Zebra%20Dunn)