In Search of a Great White Butt Ox

We embarked on an adventure That was quite quixotic A scientific dream quencher Searching for exotics We started where we thought made sense Out on the sunning docks Where perhaps there’d be an immense Native Great White Butt Ox We packed all of our photo gear And pursued the best sights But only found local Striped Rear Aglow in the moonlight Before being tempted to browse We jumped off those boardwalks Since a Striped Rear cannot arouse Like a Great White Butt Ox Experts said to try the shore line Where they lay out in clumps Though fauna there with a nice shine Were only Large Brown Rumps Well we explored every ocean Including the boondocks Though nothing lathered in lotion Were confirmed White Butt Ox So then we probed the far back woods Searching behind bushes Yet the few things there any good Were just Texas Tushes Ah, in Texas everything’s big So we went there to skirt Rodeos, dance halls and oil rigs Out on the bare desert Where we met on a dusty road A nice girl named Annie, And her friend hauling a wide load Fittingly called Fanny Then we swore that on other routes That we saw a Butt Ox But it was only Fanny’s glutes Displayed on their long walks We studied scholarly writings But were always flummoxed Since so far there were no sightings Of A Great White Butt Ox I said let’s go try city streets Where I am sure we’ll find Assorted sized bums spanning seats That are best seen behind We investigated the parks But findings there were sparse Yet we frequently came across A sleeping Spotted **** But then I observed on the grass Beside a pile of rocks None other than a true first-class Native Great White Butt Ox It was surely of mature age And of course very rare And then ably, as if onstage Strutted its derriere It was a breathtaking female That we tagged that autumn And knew its gender without fail When we checked her bottom