The Cowboy and the Brain Swap

Out yonder past the prairie’s bend,
A cowboy rode to find his mend.
His wits were dull, his thoughts ran slow,
He needed brains to help him grow.

He found a Doc in a fancy coat,
Who stroked his chin and cleared his throat.
“A brain transplant? Well, sure, I can!
I got three kinds for a thinkin’ man.”

The cowboy tipped his hat and said,
“Well, tell me what ya got instead
The Doc said, “First, a healer’s mind,
For three hundred, it’s sharp and kind.”

“A lawyer’s brain, now that’s worth more,
Five hundred bucks, it’s full of lore.
But if ya got some high aims,
Ten thousand buys the politician’s brain.”

The cowboy’s brow went stiff and tight,
“Ten thousand? That don’t seem right!
Why’s that one worth so much more.”
The doc just grinned and swore,

“Well, friend, it’s fresh, it’s clean, it’s true,
Never been used—and it’s practically new!”