The Spirit of the Wild West
The West wasn’t won by luck—it was carved by determination and hard work.
In dusty trails where tumbleweeds roll,
A cowboy roams with a heart and a soul.
Yet one fateful day, beneath suns glare,
A scorpion grinned with a mischievous flair.
Howdy, partner! it called, with a wave of its tail,
I’m small but fierce, I won’t let you fail.
Ill ride by your side, through badlands and rock,
Together well conquer, well weather the clock.
Through canyon walls where the shadows would creep,
They’d gallop together, no promise to keep.
The cowboy laughed loud at his odd little mate,
For scorpions dont ride, but this one was fate.
As stars twinkled bright in the vast western night,
They shared tales of courage, of fear, and of flight.
A bond forged in laughter, adventure, and cheer–
A cowboy and scorpion, friends with no fear.
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