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The Lone Ranger and Tonto strode into saloon
To get out of the sun and heat of the noon

They stood at the bar; their thirst the beer quenching
When through the doors came a cowboy crashing

He asked in a puff ‘Whose white horse is outside?
He’s down on his back and it looks like he’s died”
“That sure sounds like Silver”, Tonto replied

The three rushed outside to find horse belly up
The Lone Ranger poured water in mouth from tin cup

Poor Silver just lay there and sighed with a wheeze
“Could you run round in circles and stir up a breeze”?
Said the Ranger to Tonto and pleaded with “Please”?

Silver perked up when the draft round him rose
“Looks like his death was mis-diagnosed”

The Lone Ranger returned to finish his beer
As a cowboy burst in wearing old dusty gear
Inquiring about horse his intent was too clear
“What’s wrong with him now”? not wanting to hear

The cowboy spoke up and said “Nothing” with cunning
“But I think you left your Injun running”

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