To my pards, with a raspy voice,
I said, “I’m jus’ a little hoarse.”
Well, my pards, they had no choice,
They knew what to do of course.
They roped and tied me down
And tossed a saddle on my back
I squealed and tossed all around,
Couldn’t throw the rider or the kack.
Sunfish, crow-hop, bound for the sky,
Back down to earth, starting over again,
Rider spurring me from ear to thigh
Till my roar faded to quiet little din.
The moral is one you really can hear,
You could be roped, saddled and broke
When horse is heard and hoarse is near
Be careful of words that can be mis-spoke.