Cows to punch, horses to wrangle, fences to mend, too;
daylight's a wastin', from bed he raced 'n now to join the crew.
If he'd just grow a little bit more or his cowpony'd shrink a bit.
He'd already sit, the struggle'd be o'er and be loping off lickity split!
He shimmies up legs 'n grabs what he can to reach that tall saddle seat.
The latigo helps according to plan, the battle will soon be complete.
He knows they're in need, surely they are, of this little cowboy's skill.
Dad's already off, hope not too far, and he'll catch him, he knows he will!
11" H | 14" W | 7.5" D
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