It may seem there’s no mixing
Leather and feathers
But this here’s a tale
How those Misfits got together:
To Bobby the Bull
Doak Mockingbird said,
“Say, what’s with those spikes
sticking outta yer head?”
To Doak with a chuckle
Bobby replied,
“Those’er my mighty longhorns.
They can’t be beaten’er tied!”
Said Doaker to Bob,
“Is that the case?
I thought they were a bird bench
Attached to a face.”
“Buzz off, little bird,”
Bob said with a sneer.
“Your best interest is not in
messin’ with this here steer.”
“I have no intention
of making a mess,”
said Doak. “All I’d like
is a safe place to rest.”
“Then I recommend, pilgrim,”
said the giant beef beast,
“that you go so far west
that you reach the Far East.”
“No thanks,” laughed the bird.
“This is my home.
From the Red River Banks
To the Gulf Coast’s white foam.”
“Well I reckon from horizon,”
said Bob, “to horizon,
Around here I’m in charge.
That can’t be surprising.”
Above Bob’s head Doak floated,
Attempting to land,
While angrily the longhorn
Pawed his hooves in the sand.
“On the ground,” said the bird,
“All would agree:
You are king ….
But in the sky? I think you need me.”
“About as much,” said the bull,
“As beauty queens need pimples.
Longhorns don’t need mockingbirds
It’s simply that simple.”
“You mean not even if,”
The dancing bird inquired,
“Mr. Long’s horns were on
the wrong side of barbed wire?”
At that a latch clicked.
The sound made Bob frown.
He knew what the bird had done
Without looking around.
“Okay feathered friend,”
Bob hissed, shaking his head.
“Tell me again what you want.
What was it you said?”
At that moment an unlikely
Friendship was born
Between two Texas strangers,
The mockingbird and longhorn.
From their bond the bigger buddy
Got a latch-lifting pal,
Who if need be could free Bob
From a pen, without fail.
And L’il Doak was now backed
By the strongest force on the prairie.
And that freed the bird
To always mock and be merry.
Once their forces combined,
Their Texan statures would grow.
And how it all happened?
Partner, now you know.