Don't fuss about the cookin'

The cowpokes had been on the trail
Since Hector was a pup.
The grub was bad.  They think that they'll
Take "Cookie"...string 'im up!

Administ'ring their cowboy laws
Threw "Cookie" in the brook.
"Now what?" they said. "We'll just draw straws
To see who'll be the cook."

The one who lost looked mighty pained.
He'd rather be a drover.
So they agreed who first complained
Would take the cookin' over.

For days on end, this luckless man
Would knead his dough and bake it.
Until one night, one grizzled hand
Just simply couldn't take it.

"I know you've done your best , ol' Pard",
"But half my teeth are broken"
"These biscuits are so dad-blamed hard..."
Then realized what he'd spoken.

He'd have to trade his horse for pans
For kickin' up such noise.
So he addressed the other hands,
"...But I shore like 'em, Boys!"

bubba