Greenhorn

In his cowboy outfit, young Danny was eloquently clad. He'd never been throwed from his rockin' horse as a tad! He aspired to be a cowboy and eventually got his chance, But soon learned that cowboyin' wasn't all fun and romance! The first thing he had to do was learn to ride a horse, And then hire on as a ranch hand in due course. With rockin' horse experience, he thought it a simple tour de force, But he took many a bone rattlin' spill due to gravitational force! He throwed the saddle on the horse and cinched it down too tight! The horse would have none of that and unseated Dan with all his might! His head was reelin' as he landed in a not too convenient cactus patch! Extractin' thorns from his stern he mused, "Have I met my match?" The horse, named Killer, glared at Dan with fire in his eyes! He managed to climb aboard again - Boys, was he in for a surprise! Again, that old bronc turned belly high landin' on all four feet. Danny sprawlin' in the dust was ready to admit defeat! Old-time cowpokes smokin' roll-yer-owns, hangin' around the corral, Urged him on a-yellin', "Hang on greenhorn! Yippee Yo! Ride 'im pal!" Dan lying in a heap of manure looked up and said, "Boys, he beat me good! I reckon I'd better look around and find myself another livelihood!"