Armadilly Billy and the Buzzard Rustlers

Armadilly Billy the Sling Shot Kidster, was the Sheriff of our town. When mangy rustlers went into action, he was wont to hunt them down. ‘The Buzzard’ and his surly gang of rustlers of epically, bad renown… Had picked Texas and other states clean, and were on the move, NOW! A terrible dust storm, dumped them smack dab, into our piece of territory. The evil buzzard leader sat, now contemplating, upon the hangman’s tree. His gang was ready to rustle, as he sat scoping out, many a nefarious deed. Their base camp was an Old Box canyon, not far, and full of tumbleweeds. Now, snail rustling’s a crime, so word got out, of where they’d be found. As they’d gleaned, every single snail, grazing in all the creeks, all around. The outlaws were expecting soon, to get away quite clean, with them all. But the sheriff of our town, Billy was steamed, and he was standing tall. Billy went on the move, and he meant business, if you know, what I mean. Yep! He’s tough! He’s mean! He’s focused! His eyes were hard and lean! While ‘The Buzzard’s’ head was bald, eyes cruel, his stance was cold as ice. In the box canyon they’d be snail kabobs, by sundown, if Billy didn’t strike. The snails were easy to follow, just had to follow their trail of yucky slime. With Billy’s trusty stead Jalopy, they were at the boxed canyon by noontime. Now, No One, and I mean NO ONE, steals, while Billy’s Sheriff in any town. That no good, low down, Buzzard better watch out, for he’d now been found. When Billy arrived they were loading snails into a boxcar to ship for Escargot. The French black market in Quebec would offer a price, beyond compare so… To bring them buzzards down, Billy’s slingshot clipped each wing and tail. Without their feathers they couldn’t fly so they couldn’t remotely prevail. But not without looking each one in the eye, for he was the good guy, after all. There was neigh a feather left, as they were buzzard bait, way before nightfall. But who can tell on a buzzard, for they don’t have much to start with, anyway. Now they were the one’s loaded on a train set to Yuma, to prison all the way. The moral to my story is that: Crime never EVER pays. Besides… Snail rustling is just plain dumb! They’re so slow, that it's a pain! To the music: The Good The Bad and the Ugly.