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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required That be cold sun rose yonder, our heads be hot, I'd declare, I'll get Whitey my critter, worked all night, best she nicker. 'Bout saddlin' her real tight, or I'll headlong out of sight, I want movin' nice and fast, cause just--nice--ends up a mess. Must keep thin's dry 'round Whitey ... traps, she'll stir if caught any, though we burn the breeze git near, passed two hoops long's a holler, the homestead bout five miles back should see the first trap I set. Nope, trap's clean and good to go, next, ain't whistle earshot. Whoa! Need to slow time -- like disarm, well, no sense singin' to 'em, come on girl, traps a waitin', ain't no worth to Dallas spin! Good girl, now just o'er that rise--Whoa! Rattler!--Where, is mascque-eyes? I'm unshucked and up a tree! Hair in the butter, for me. French leave, or hang fire--no wait--either fish or cut the bait? Oh there! 'Neath the brush ahead. Steady girl--a rattler's head! (BANG/Whinning neighs) Where's my Arkansas toothpick? Then be trapped, you won't get nicked. (Talking to the rattler) Well, done checking all the traps, I knew it'd fill up two packs. (Resting a bit before anything else) Be back--stay drink, water's clean--up, I'd never drink downstream. "Howdy," well, whaddya know? That is one among the willows. (Passing rider nods and head on...) All hands and the cook--don't need ... California collar--tree. (Wanted rider drifts out of sight) I'll start a fire real quick, then the rattler on the spit. That was quick and good eatin', look like that sun 'bout settin', Methinks the night out in town, whaddya think, how does that sound? Toss belly wash on the fire, where's my comb and the mirror, cowboys don't bathe, they dust off, come on it's late, let's head off. You be good, hear, and wait right here, this stallion needs his mare. That there'd square dance a bit more, must be rattlers on that floor, My left-handed wife, sidekick. Lookin' for a dog to kick! There's no call for that ... You mean ... two packs, tied up on Whitey. Fire 'em up, boys, R O S I E ' S . R O A S T E D . R A T T L E R ' S time!
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