THE ZEBRA DUN
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Shorty grabbed a lariat and roped the Zebra Dun
And turned him over to the stranger and waited for the fun.
And turned him over to the stranger and waited for the fun.
Old Dunny was a rocky outlaw that had grown so awful wild
That he could paw the white out of the moon every jump for a mile.
Old Dunny stood right still — as if he did n't know —
Until he was saddled and ready for to go.
That he could paw the white out of the moon every jump for a mile.
Old Dunny stood right still — as if he did n't know —
Until he was saddled and ready for to go.
When the stranger hit the saddle, Old Dunny quit the earth,
And traveled right straight up for all that he was worth.
A-pitching and a-squealing, a-having wall-eyed fits,
His bind feet perpendicular, his front ones in the bits.
And traveled right straight up for all that he was worth.
A-pitching and a-squealing, a-having wall-eyed fits,
His bind feet perpendicular, his front ones in the bits.
We could see the tops of the mountains under Dunny every jump,
But the stranger he was growed there just like the camel's hump;
The stranger sat upon him and curled his black mustache,
Just like a summer boarder waiting for his hash.
But the stranger he was growed there just like the camel's hump;
The stranger sat upon him and curled his black mustache,
Just like a summer boarder waiting for his hash.
He thumped him in the shoulders and spurred him when he whirled,
To show them flunky punchers that he was the wolf of the world.
To show them flunky punchers that he was the wolf of the world.
