At Hamster Sam's Rodeo, tickets are free,
and, oh, the spectacular things that you'll see.
We're hamsters with cowboy boots, lassos, and chaps,
Sombreros and saddles, bandanas and straps.
We even have hamsters for rodoe clowns,
with red rubber noses and painted-on frowns.
We spend our days racing, and roping, and riding,
and wrestling, and running, and bucking, and sliding.
It's all non-stop excitment and guaranteed thrills,
with action and laughter and drama and spills.
And what's even better - on top of all that -
we haven't got horses; we ride on the cats.
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