Whistling Through the Prairie Winds
A cowboy learns to face the winds with grit and a song in his heart.
In dusty trails where bandits play,
With laughter loud, they greet the day.
A tumbleweed rolls down the street,
As plans go haywire, oh, what a feat.
Old Slim McGraw had a scheme so bright,
To steal a cow under a pale moonlight.
But tripped on his lasso, fell flat on his back,
The cow just chuckled, then joined the pack.
Cactus Jim rode in with a grand parade,
Thought he™d rob a train, but was sorely dismayed.
For the train was a wagon with kids and a dog,
He left in a rush, heart filled with fog.
Yet tales of their blunders, like lanterns, still glow,
Through sunsets and starlight, their legends grow.
In Outbacks vastness, where mischief is gold,
The laughable cowboys keep daring the bold.
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