Cattle Drive Comedy Hilarity on the Dusty Trails

It wasn’t the land that made cowboys—it was their untamed spirit.

On dusty trails where laughter flies,

Beneath the sun, the cattle rise,

With jests and jibes, the cowhands tease,

A chorus echoed through the breeze.

Old Bill forgot to tie the gate,

As steers burst forth, a wild stampedes fate,

With hats aflutter, they took flight,

While cowboys hollered in sheer delight.

But one rogue calf, with spirit bright,

Chose to tango in the moons soft light,

With two-steppin hooves, it led the crew,

As cowboys laughed, their worries flew.

At dusk they gathered round the fires glow,

Swapping tall tales of the cattle show,

In the heart of night, their spirits soared,

For on these trails, joy was restored.