Two Thousand and Twenty Three Part 4

Grasshoppers in the food Grasshoppers in your bed Grasshoppers in your drawers Grasshoppers on your head "Boys we's gonna hast ta push um Tha weathers helpin too I ain't got no idera how fer it air Till we's kin find some food" "Hey Cookie whar air fer breakfast" Asked Samuel as he reached for his coffee "What cha thinks Fried Grasshoppers" answered the old cook Giving Samuel a dirty look "Heared youse tells tha boys We's gonna has ta push um" "That's right gots ta find some grass perty quick Jist two more weeks un we's 'll be at tha ranch" A commotion from the herd Samuel to turn around The cowboys were already on horseback Heading for the sound "Drat it" said Gabe as he entered the herd "What are wrong," asked Samuel As he rode up next to Gabe "Looks like we's gonna has 'nother mouth ta feed" The calf safely bedded in the supply wagon Samuel gave the orders to move out The cattle didn't need to be urged They headed out in a huge surge