The Last Roundup
An old cowpoke from Cheyenne, Wyoming
Got a hankering and set out a roaming.
He got as far as Montana,
Choked on a banana,
And returned in a box the next morning.
There was no one waiting to meet him,
No family or loved ones to greet him.
He was laid in the dirt
In boots, jeans, flannel shirt,
And an old faded checkered bandana.
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