Mutton

At stringin’ fence I’ve done my share,
I’ve chased down cows and branded some,
At doin’ hard work, I’ll claim I’m fair,
But at throwin’ rope, there ain’t no hope.

I’ve missed my target all but once
While helpin’ Daniel shearin’ sheep.
Ol’ Charlie and I plowed into those runts
He’d cut them fine, I twirled the twine.

“Jus’ got lucky,” I say to myself now
As I recall the loop and the fatal jerk.
Ol’ Charlie must have thought he had a cow
And I’ll be damn, if we didn’t kill that ram.

So the moral to this story is this:
If you go ropin’ sheep, rams or ewes
It’s best if your mark, you jus’ plain miss
Unless you’re a gutton for nothin’ but mutton.