BIG HORN LOVE
I’m different than
most of you men sitting here,
I’m seldom with my
woman and never drink beer
When the season’s
called mating, I fight for my love
Occassionaly you’ll
find me with my girl friend, Dove
In the summer, we go
to the mountains on high
As the grass starts
to dwindle, we all say good bye
We’re easier to find
in the lower elevations
We fight for our
love, those mating sensations
The boys drift away
from the girls and the herd
We rest on the slopes
and think of our loves
As the time nears for
creating more sheep
We rant and we rave
and rarely get sleep
The picture you’ll
see, was an unusual shot
She was playing hard
to get, and I was not
The rest of the scene
was not recorded for others
But the result of my
love, is now with it’s mother.
HAPPY VALENTINES DAY
