BOB AND THE BULL

This a story of Uncle BOB,
He was good at almost any job.
Ihe winter cold or simmer heat,
Old Uncle Bob would not be beat.
One night said he reckon as how,
It's time to fetch the old milk cow.
So he started out and crossed the creek,
Smoking his pipe and carrying a stick.
Never once did it cross his mind,
That a mean stray bull in the herd he'd find.
The bull advanced on a steady trot,
His eyes were red and his breath was hot.
He was snortin', bellerin' and blowin' snot,
When old Bob looked at those ugly horns,
He seemed to forget all about his corns.
Said he, "This race I'll never loose,
I'll throw my coat and overshoes.
And everything else that I don't need,
I'll show this bull a lot of speed."
Then he started homeward bound,
Pickin' 'em up and layin' 'em down.
As the bull kept slowly losin' ground,
As he crossed the creek and got to the shack.
The stray bull bellered and started back,
Now says Bob "I'll have some fun."
As he took from the peg his old shot gun,
And nobody better doubt my word,
There'11 be a change in that there herd.
With a shell in the barrel,
And the magazine full,
He started back to meet the bull.
As he reached the herd just like before,
The stray bull charged with an angry roar.
Then it happened to his surprise,
That shot gun blast between the eyes.
HE tried to turn there on the spot,
Then Bob give him a shoulder shot.
He turned around with a mighty jump,
As buckshot shattered his tail and rump.
Bob says ever since that day,
From me that bull stays far away,
He never acts a damn bit cross,
When I go to fetch old boss.

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