Teach Me

Teach Me He got up his courage and knocked on the door Of the local school marm who lived 'bove the store He'd seen her aplenty when he was in town And got weak in the knees when she was around Then she opened the door and said not a word He stammered "I'm Jim and I cain't count the herd! If you'd teach me numbers I'd be well ahead And ranchin' that's hard would be easy instead." She said, "let us eat before we talk cattle Then we can get past this meaningless prattle And talk about things that we both think about There is more on your mind than cows I don't doubt." He thought she might rope him before he knew it Then he thought, "Well, thank God. Just let 'er do it!" August 21, 2016