The Misguided Moo-takers

It takes a steady hand and a bold heart to tame the wild west.

In dusty trails where cattle roam,

The Misguided Moo-takers call it home.

With dreams of rustling underneath the stars,

They set their sights on pastures far.

They rallied round neath a cowboys hat,

With notions wild as a runaway cat.

Each lass and lad, with heartbeats bold,

Yet schemes they hatched were not what they told.

Through canyons deep and sagebrush wide,

Their minds led them on a reckless ride.

But when the herd began to stray,

The moo-takers found theyd lost their way.

So heres the tale of chasing dreams,

Where lure of cattle is not what it seems.

With laughter shared neath the setting sun,

They learned true freedoms the only run.