Doin' of his level best to have it out.

He will rise to the occasion with a lightnin' jump, an' then
When he hits the face o' these United States
Doesn't linger half a second till he's in the air agin--
Occupies the earth an' then evacuates.
Isn't any sense o' comfort like a-settin' in a pew
Listenin' to hear a sleepy parson spout
When you're up on top a broncho that has got it in fur you
An' is desputly a-tryin' to have it out.

Always feel a touch o' pity when he has to give it up
After makin' sich a well intentioned buck
An' is standin' broken hearted an' as gentle as a pup
A reflectin' on the rottenness o' luck.
Puts your sympathetic feelin's, as you might say, in a stew,
Though you're lame as if a-sufferin' from the gout,
When you're lightin' off a broncho that has had it in fur you
An' mistook the proper time to have it out.
_James Barton Adams._

WHEN YOU'RE THROWED

IF a feller's been a-straddle
Since he's big enough to ride,
And has had to sling his saddle
On most any colored hide,--
Though it's nothin' they take pride in,
Still most fellers I have knowed,
If they ever done much ridin',
Has at different times got throwed.

All the boys start out together
For the round-up some fine day
When you're due to throw your leather
On a little wall-eyed bay,
An' he swells to beat the nation
When you're cinchin' up the slack,
An' he keeps an elevation
In your saddle at the back.

He stands still with feet a-sprawlin',
An' his eye shows lots of white,
An' he kinks his spinal column,
An' his hide is puckered tight,
He starts risin' an' a-jumpin',
An' he strikes when you get near,
An' you cuss him an' you thump him
Till you get him by the ear,--

Then your right hand grabs the saddle
An' you ketch your stirrup, too,
An' you try to light a-straddle
Like a woolly buckaroo;
But he drops his head an' switches,
Then he makes a backward jump,
Out of reach your stirrup twitches
But your right spur grabs his hump.

An' "Stay with him!" shouts some feller;
Though you know it's hope forlorn,
Yet you'll show that you ain't yeller
An' you choke the saddle horn.
Then you feel one rein a-droppin'
An' you know he's got his head;
An' your shi