Disclaimer: I am in NO way anti-cowboy. I am, however, anti skinny-legged wranglers that are too tight for my 5-year-old but that he is unwilling to stop wearing.
T'was the night before Kindergarten, and in Holden's room
The skinny-legged wranglers lay in the light of the moon.
His mother had piled them up with great care
In hopes that the Wrangler Fairy soon would be there.
The t-bones and pepsi were out in plain sight
For the Wrangler Fairy to snack on that night.
And Mom in her pj's and Holden in his cap
Had just settled in for a long summer's nap.
When outside the window, we heard a stampede
Of herefords and angus, and a whinnying stede.
"Yeehaw!" cried a voice, as clear as a bell
"I'm here for the wranglers, and I'm thirsty as hell."
The white cowboy hat atop Wrangler Fairy's head
Almost glowed in the moonlight as he stood by the bed.
On his boots there were spurs as shiny as stars
And he staggered a little (from visiting bars).
He turned to the snacks, gobbling them up with delight
Belching and smacking his belly, so tight.
"And now for the jeans," the Wrangler Fairy said
"I'll leave some baggy pants for the boy in their stead."
He turned on the spot and pulled out a lasso
Snatching up the jeans like Fasty McFasto
Laying a finger on the trigger of his gun,
He nodded his head and began to run
To his white horse he flew, and he gave a great "yah!"
The cattle soon followed him, with their hides so raw.
But before he was gone, he gave a loud shout
"I'll be coming for more when these ones wear out!"
Wish me luck on this wrangler fairy ruse. I'll let you know how it goes.