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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Round Up It's time to do a round up Not the kind you think you know These aren't like the ones in movies You may not want to go You're up before the sun is You saddle up to start the day It may be twenty hours Before you put your gear away You don't wear jeans from Macy's The thickets tear them into strips Then you've only denim spangles Hanging off your hips There's dirt and sand and horse dung Flying everywhere at speed Experience, not city dudes Are the cowboys that you need You ride off chasing stray ones You bring it back and start again This is not for the faint hearted So, think twice...then think again Good gloves and ropes are needed Because at some point you'll be dragged And you will sleep the sleep of honor Because at days end....you'll be bagged They go just where they want to You just can't steer them from the side At times they'll bolt on from you And they'll find quite the place to hide You better know your horse boy, How he moves and how he'll run You'll be working hard together You two will be as one The trail boss is much harder Than any that you've seen He's a cowboy, base commander Not like on the silver screen If you want to be a cowboy Think real hard, before you pick Because, it's worse than any theme park And what you breathe can make you sick The heat and dust are rampant The devil gets the wind to blow He makes it hell for riders Controlling from hell down below A round up's not a trail ride It's a war 'tween man and beast It's a battle to survive one And not end up deceased The elements will get you The animals will too So, next time there's a round up Just what will you do...?
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