With the cowboy’s thick Jewish accent,
I could understand one word in three.
He warned, “Don’t go up da mountain trail
Because up dere ees a bacon tree.”
My horse was very tired and hungry,
He wouldn’t last the trip around.
And a “bacon tree” would be the least
Of all of the dangers I had found.
The Indians came from everywhere,
Why didn’t the old cowboy warn me?
Then I heard him call from down below,
“It vas a ham bush, no bacon tree!”
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