by James Ebb Huggins, Jr.
I was chugging along on the Brown Course, at the Sid Richardson Scout Ranch O,
And had just crossed a small rocky stream, several controls from control GO to go,
When I observed a herd of cattle, 20 or 30 I would say
Enjoying a lovely morning, grazing away the day.
I had circumnavigated lots of cow patties, on the rocky pastures there,
But never saw the cows that caused them, and really didn't care
Much about the animals, that roamed the vast ranch so fair,
For there was room for all God's creatures, plenty of space there to share.
As I passed the herd I noticed one cow, that was a giant for sure,
Looking directly at me, with eyes that burned right through
My security blanket about the herd's intentions, and what they might do,
If the big cow decided to go after me, before my course was through.
The big cow stood high above the others, with horns six feet from end to end,
With large strong hoofs, head and shoulders, a real bad message it did send.
As I passed the big cow I noted, that the big cow was not really a cow,
It was a Texas Long Horn Bull, with tools enough to settle any row.
The Texas Long Horn Bull was not pleased with me, was not happy for sure,
So I noted the location of the trees around, if defense was to be the cure
For the bull's misinterpretation of what I was doing, of what I had in mind,
And thought I was messing with his cows, and planned to kick my behind.
After I passed I peaked around, to see if things were all right
And noted that all was tranquil, there would not be a fight
To see who was boss, who could clean who's plow
To prove that Texas Long Horn Bulls always rule. Damn, I'm glad I'm not a cow!