Apologies for the fuzzy photos, taken several years ago by this mediocre photographer with a mediocre camera.

You want me to what?

To get up and move?

To get off my butt

And to get in the groove?

A cow hand today

Has no need of a horse,

His ride needs no hay,

It’s a quad ride, of course.

 

Just fill it with gas

And go roaring around,

No cattle will sass,

And to follow, they’re bound.

There’s always a stray cow

That has to be got,

But magically, ends somehow

In the cow lot.