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Cowboy Poetry
ABRA-CADABRA
(cowboy Merlin)
Robert Atkin
He had an inclination for prestidigitation
And he was slicker than " snot on a rail"
He'd make a quarter disappear; then pluck it out yer ear
And turn water to milk in a pail
There was magic bags and colorful flags
A disappearing dove and a cat
He sawed " old Mabel"; in half; on a table
And of course pulled a rabbit right outta his hat
He travelled around; mostly small towns
Entertaining both young and the old
Far and near he'd show up every year
And was " quite friendly with the ladies I'm told"
His sweet warm smile and gentlemanly style
Put folks around him at ease
When the men were away he'd come and stay
Only for protection; "if you please"
He kept on the go with his magic show
This is what he liked to do best
Gatherin' no moss just him and his hoss
Back and forth 'cross the old west
Then one night; by the campfire light
The menfolk made it perfectly clear
They too; did magic, some say it was tragic
How they made "Cowboy Merlin" disappear
It is almost a year since last he was here
We sure miss his big magic show
Folks shake their head; " Is he alive or is he dead???"
All you hear is "I don't know"
But there is some indication that his "prestidigitation"
Still lingers in this "old western air"
The mystery unravels cuz in one's travels
You'll meet a lot of "Little Merlins" out there.
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