Two Thousand and Twenty Three Part 1

Through my Magic Window I see the cowboys on the hill Trying to convince the cattle That they have had their fill "Jist goes ahead un snuff nu blow Cause ut er a thousan' miles ta go Bafor youse'll be left un youse own," Called out Lester Lowe "Two thousan' un twenty three a youse long horns Er in fer a travelin' spell'" Said Samuel the trail boss as he helped his drovers Move the drifters to the dell "This air youse first time," He sez to Little Zeke "Jist keeps um a movin' Un youse'll be a cowpoke by end a the week. The first day went fine and Little Zeke did well The same for day two, day three and four He breathed a sigh of relief as Bob slapped him on the back "Youse air uh real cowboy now ma man" As they rode on Each day was something like the last Then the desert dust gave way To the fresh spring grass The drovers had to push harder Trying to keep the herd a moving When the leader thought she was boss Samuel and his rope proved that she lost