Payin' Tension

Now Burly Turly weren’t much tall, In fact, I’d say the man was short— But he was plum stout to a fault And fer as nice, he was low a quart. No matter how big the man was, They knew ya didn’t cross ol’ Burr, Them what did soon changed their tune Or they found themselves now a “her.” Then one dark day out in the barn, Me and Burr admired the new stud— When that big hoss stepped on Burr’s foot And I knew Burr was out fer blood! But much to my amazement then, Ol’ Burr seemed calmed and jest surprised— But ‘fore I moved he raised a sledge And whacked that hoss right twixt the eyes! “Now why’d ya go and kill yer horse?” I asked with misapprehension— “He jest paid me no mind,” Burr said, “So I had ta git his ‘tension!”