Saddle up my piebald pony
Fill my saddlebags with jerky
For I travel to the Rockies
To hunt the great white turkey
I may be just an English man
Respecting all things living
But I’m told the great white turkey
Would make a great Thanksgiving
With my canteen full of water
And my rifle full of lead
I rode the range till midnight
In a cave I rest my head
In the morning I went hunting
For the bird beyond the ridge
To feed the whole town in one go
With none left for the fridge
The turkey scarred my pony off
He thought he was the winner
Till I roped and threw a saddle on
Then rode him home for dinner
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
David Threadgold www.davidthreadgold.com
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