Now, this here’s the story of the Bacon Brothers
They’re rougher and tougher than all of the others
Ham-fisted heroes who don’t take no guff
Can’t blow ’em down, though you’ll huff and you’ll puff
One night, as the cow was out jumpin’ the moon
The pair sauntered into Mother Goose Saloon
‘Twas vengeance they came for, and rode long and far,
On the Big Bad Wolf, drinking at the end of the bar
“We’re callin’ you out, Wolf,” Brick said with a sneer
The Wolf got so jumpy, he near spilt his beer
“You killed cousin Stick, and from that you can’t hide
So fill your hand, varmint, and join us outside”
“Two agin’ one?” Wolf protested. “Now that just ain’t fair!
Let’s even these odds, or I don’t go nowhere!
I’ll take on the small one, he looks like a winner,
And once I’ve shot him, I’ll eat you both for dinner!”
But when the dust settled, the Wolf met his rest
Two slugs in the belly, plus one in the chest
He should have known better; if you’re gonna draw
You don’t want to be he who selects the short Straw
Photo via Priscilla the Mini Pig on Facebook.