Little Tex saunters
Down by the Walmart Corral
Where the quarter horse stands
Waiting for this brave cowpoke to saddle up
And poke a quarter in the slot.
Startled from its quiet slumber
It charges out of the corral,
Bucking like some unbroken bronc
Until it realizes Little Tex can’t be thrown;
Then, its enthusiasm spent,
It refuses to trot one step further.
Little Tex is unhappy… and loudly so.
If Mom and Dad want
Some peace back at the ranch
They’d be better off investing
In a spirited rocking horse,
The kind bred for those long adventures
Across the lonesome prairies
Of Little Tex’s imagination.