The Last Roundup
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I'll tell you a story
about a fine day,
It began to develop
in an innoocent way.
A truck brought some
show cows to the P.N.E.,
When suddenly one was
running 'round free.
He crossed mcgill street,
on the pedestrian walkway,
Trotting along on his
own merry way.
.
The bid for his freedoim
was going just fine,
When a citizen spotted
him down on the rail line.
He called the police
to set up a posse,
Tto come to his place
and recorrall "Bossy".
Patrolmen and traffic
and all of the press,
And P.N.E. Staff to
help sort out this mess.
.
They eagerly tried to
corrall this poor beast,
Who ran for his freedom,
down the rails going east.
The cow turned around
and went west on the track,
Which brought brand
new meaning to a "big mac" attack.
Traffic men scattered
as the press made their pitch,
And a C.T.V. Cameraman
jumped in the ditch.
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The cow kept on running,
everyone in pursuit,
This whole situation
was really quite cute.
Four thousand pounds
of beef on the run,
Call Corporal Millman
and bring a large bun.
Ian will stop him as
he did once before,
Too bad he's on holiday,
this man of folklore.
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The cow changed direction
and went to the north,
And everyone ran for
all they were worth.
He came to the shore
and waded right in.
And when the water got
deefer, he went for a swim.
He came back on shore
to run for the hill,
And made Murray Rayment
take one hell of a spill.
.
He came to a stop for
a very brief rest,
But the press ran towards
him and he turned to the west.
Down to a dock and right
to the brink,
Then from twenty feet
up, dove right into the drink.
The police boat was
called to take up the chase,
While the cow swam on
madly at a very fast pace.
.
When our hero appeared
on the deck of the boat,
Holding a lasso, made
of new nylon rope.
Constable Denton got
a rope round the steer,
While back on the shore
there arose quite a cheer.
They towed the cow back
and led him to shore.
But even this task,
was one heck of a chore.
.
For the cow, although
caught, still longed too be loose,
And struggled and kicked
and pulled at the noose.
But finally the cow
all wet, bruised and bleeding,
Sixty pounds lighter,
in need of a feeding,
Surrendered and entered,
his trailer, his home,
Never again to be free
and to roam.
.
So next time you're
eating a burger or steak,
Remember the cow who
made a fast break.
That cow could be part,
of your dinner tonight,
You better chew well,
that cow loved to fight.
And young Gerry Denton,
who ended this game,
Just call him "Cowboy",
his brand new nickname.
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PC 664 T.J. Gowdyk
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