Rambo's great-grandfather was the Biggest and
Toughest animal on four legs to walk in the west
With horns so long that birds flew horn to horn
Distances so great they sometimes needed a rest
Rambo still retains the early wild west traditions
Snorting and pawing, he is no one's heart throb
One look into his eyes brings an instance response
Like how can I make you an instant Shiskebob?
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