Classic Poem

Yip! Yip! Yip! Yip! tunin' up the fiddle;
You an' take yo'r pardner there, standin' by the wall!
Say “How!” make a bow, and sashay down the middle;
Shake yo'r leg lively at the Cowboys' Ball.

Big feet, little feet, all the feet a-clickin';
Everybody happy and the goose a-hangin' high;
Lope, trot, hit the spot, like a colt a-kickin';
Keep a stompin' leather while you got one eye.

Yah! Hoo! Larry! would you watch his wings a-floppin',
Jumpin' like a chicken that is lookin' for its head;
Hi! Yip! Never slip, and never think of stoppin',
Just keep yo'r feet a-movin' till we all drop dead!

High heels, low heels, moccasins and slippers;
Real ole rally 'round the dipper and the keg!
Uncle Ed's gettin' red—had too many dippers;
Better get him hobbled or he'll break his leg!

Yip! Yip! Yip! tunin' up the fiddle;
Pass him up another for his arm is gettin' slow.
Bow down! right in town—and sashay down the middle;
Got to keep a-movin' for to see the show!

Yes, mam! Warm, mam? Want to rest a minute?
Like to get a breath of air lookin' at the stars?
All right! Fine night.—Dance? There's nothin' in it!
That's my pony there, peekin' through the bars.

Bronc, mam? No, mam! Gentle as a kitten!
Here, boy! Shake a hand! Now, mam, you can see;
Night's cool. What a fool to dance, instead of sittin'
Like a gent and lady, same as you and me.

Yip! Yip! Yip! tunin' up the fiddle;
Well, them as likes the exercise sure can have it all!
Right wing, lady swing, and sashay down the middle …
But this beats dancin' at the Cowboys' Ball.