Katherine Tylor McCall
A Cow-Pokes Hound - Poem by Katherine Tylor McCall
Get along, little doggy-
To that great big bye-and-bye,
Herdin' Cattle 'cross them clouds-
On that ranch up in the sky,
Where every day is bright and clear-
And the grass is tall and green,
Where the food bowls always full-
and the puppy-chow is keen.
It's a place that every cow-pokes hound-
Will find themselves one day,
Pickin' fights with armadillos,
And sleeping in the hay.
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