[Editor's Note] This poem is an excellent example of how good ol' country wisdom can be totally indifferent to the suffering and exploitation of animals.
If God's a willin' and the creek don't rise,
Here's some straight shootin'; so listen close,
Unless you're all hat...and no cattle.
But sure as you're born, it's comin',
So you can either cowboy up or go sit in the truck.
Never approach a bull from the front, a horse from the rear or a fool from any direction.
If you’re ridin' ahead of the herd, take a look back every now and again, to see if they are still with ya.
Don't corner something that would normally run away from you
And don't interfere with somethin' that ain't botherin' you none.
Best learn to leave well enough alone.
A loud mouthed fool is like a bull as a dancin' partner...sometimes, you just got to let him lead.
A woman rainin' tears for your sympathy is like a cow, steadily peeing on a flat rock.
Never slap a man's back if he’s chew’n tobacco.
Don’t forget and squat on your spurs.
And if somebody outdraws you, walk away. There’s plenty o’ time to look tough when your outta’ sight.
If you're saddle sore, I'll be done in two shakes of a lambs tail, so hold on.
Keep all skunks, bankers & lawyers at a distance, IF you can tell em's apart.
Most of the stuff people worry about ain't never gonna happen anyway.
There ain't a bull that can't be rode and a rider that can't be throwed.
And take it from me, never...ever...drink downstream from your horse.
I hope you were all over these sayin's like a chicken on a June bug.
Cause these are valued words from a cowboy, who was rode hard and put away wet!