Sunday, November 05, 2006

A Ranch-Hand's Last Summer

A Ranch-Hand's Last Summer

Old Hank had just about reached his trail's end,
Everybody knew it, his boss and his friends;
But most of all, Hank knew it best,
He knew that he was overdue for a rest.

His work became less, his aches and pains more,
Wasn't one part of him that wasn't sore.
But he never complained, he never quit,
Just shook his head and got back to it.

Then came the day when Hank left the gang,
It was a quiet burial, no choir sang.
A few cowboys weeping, feeling like fools;
For you see, Old Hank was only a mule.

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