Cotton - Eyed - Joe
Back many years agothere lived a man
Named Cotton Eyed Joe- - -
A horse trader was he
good sound steed guaranteed
So I was told- - -
Decided to pay this man a visit
Tall lean man was he
More than crooked teeth
I did see
To my surprise
he had but one eye
The other stuffed with cotton- - -
I tried not to stare
Oh Lord, do I dare
Ask old Joe to share - - -
Seeing concern in my eyes
He kindly obliged
Hey little gal
don't you be scared
You see I met my match one day - - -
This onery old mare
didn't really care
If she lived or died - - -
She bucked and reared
Kicked me right here
Putting out old Joe's eye.....
{ This is a true story about the day I went to buy my first horse. I have more stories to about old Joe, i will share later.} to be continued... ... ...
~ Mary A. Eaton~
2009
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