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Now, everyone knows Pecos Bill was the
best,
The neatest cowboy in all the West.
But Bill was also the tidiest, cleanest,
The plain best dressed
Hombre to wear a well-pressed vest
Of buckskin on his manly chest.
Pecos Bill was the best,
The best in the West.
One day, Bill was riding the range on Tess,
The fastest and smartest steed in the West,
When he saw a most unwelcome guest.
It was a twister, picking up litter and dust and trash,
And plumb making a mess
Of the entire West.
Pecos Bill was the best,
The best in the West.
Bill said to Tess, "I must confess,
If there's one thing I detest, it's a mess!"
Tess knew that meant Bill wouldn't rest
'Til he'd put that twister under arrest,
Or tamed that blustery, gusty pest
That was messin' up the pristine West.
Pecos Bill was the best,
The best in the West.
Bill started to ride, astride his steed,
Through the dust and the tumbling tumbleweed,
Swinging his lasso over his head,
On his quest to stop that twister dead.
Tess sprang with the springiest spring that was ever sprung.
Bill flung his lasso with the flingiest fling that was ever flung.
And Bill whooped, "Whoa!" to that whirling wind, until
It stopped, like a bulldogged steer, stock still.
Pecos Bill was the best,
The best in the West.
And with old Tess holdin' that twister steady,
Bill jumped on its back, and he got himself ready,
And then old Pecos Bill was sent on
The wildest ride that anyone ever went on!
Well, buckaroos, you can guess the rest of it.
That twister knew Bill had got the best of it.
And so, at Pecos Bill's request,
It cleaned up the mess it had made of the West.
Pecos Bill was the best,
The best in the West.
And easy as you please, that tame twister
Started dumping every last little bit of litter
Into trash cans, not forgetting
To separate out all the recyclables.
Pecos Bill was the best,
The best in the West.
The End |
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