A little wrangler was born
I seen him squirming in the saddle all wet and warm
He’s such a changeable form in his very first year
Rides on to wrangler school
With a slingshot and a saddlebag
Of hand-me-down tools
Doesn’t want to look like a fool
Past the jail without tears
Time machines— remembered scenes
That a wrangler rides through a passing stream
Time’s replaced by a peaceful dream
Wrangler space
He brings his pony to the gate of the school
Feather pens and inkwells of hand-me-down rules
Like trading a pony for an aging mule
He rides away without fear
Time machines— new routine
That a wrangler rides through a passing dream
And time’s replaced by a peaceful stream
Space wrangler space
He gets off at a stranger’s place
Where the girls dance different with familiar grace