The cowboy lets his lasso fly,
Then reins his trusty steed to brake,
But—heifer having passed him by—
He’ll dine on beans for his miss-steak.
How Now, Brown Cow?
Here comes Bob, the barbecuer
Armed with spatula and skewer,
Bag of charcoal, bric-a-brac,
Burger patties, but (alack!)
Fire won’t start and coals won’t char.
Guess who’s serving steak tartare?