A pair of cowhands I have here,
With hats and
guns and all their gear.
They mount the fence and
ride away,
With "Hi Ho, Silver!! Hip! Hip!
Hooray!"
Mikey has two guns, a cowboy
shirt;
Terrie, an Annie Oakley skirt.
She hops
around like a little flea,
Just as cute as she can
be.
Mikey showed me his fancy
tricks,
He shoots at cans propped on bricks.
Such
energy, you will agree,
Could surely be used by you
and me.
They're tearing up both yard and
house;
His shirt tail's out - and her blouse.
They
wore out my broom as their mare,
They've played for
hours, I do declare.
She took away his holster and
belt,
For that she got an awful pelt.
She let out
a mournful bawl,
When Mikey dared to touch her
doll!
Enjoy them now is my advice.
Heed what I
say, and think about it twice.
They grow so quickly
never seeming to rest,
Soon I'll be left with an
empty nest.
