When a feller once comes to a pond or a tank,
It is better to ride out a ways from the bank.
Fer the water is clearer out there as a rule,
And besides it is deep and a little more cool.
And out toward deep water, you notice somehow,
You miss a whole lot of that flavor of cow.
You can dip up a drink with the brim of yore hat,
And water makes purty good drinkin’ at that.
You mebby spill some down the front of yore shirt,
But any old waddy knows that doesn’t hurt.
There may be some bugs and a couple insecks
But it all goes the same down a cow puncher’s neck.
I know there is plenty of folks would explain
Why such water had ort to be filtered or strained.
Sech people as that never suffered from thirst,
Or they’d think of it later and drink it down first.
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Comments2I remember reading this poem when I was younger and really enjoying it. It brings back memories of simpler times and just appreciating the basics.
WOW, THIS POEM IS REALLY COOL! IT'S JUST AHOUT DRINKIN WATER BUT IT MAKES IT ALL SOUND SO INTERESTING AND SIMPLE. REALLY MAKES ME APPRECIATE THE LITTLE THINGS. EVEN THOUGH IT'S FOR MY HOMEWORK I REALLY LIKED IT, CAN RELATED TO IT TO WHEN I'M THIRSTY AFTER PLAYING SOCCER!