The mountain man stood in Old Doc’s office
Angrily shifting his chaw.
“You need to fix this man up, Doc,
Because he’s my son-in-law.”

“I shot him full of buckshot
But I reckon he ain’t hurt that much.
You fix him up real good
And I’ll pay you with eggs and such.”

“You shot your son-in-law?” Old Doc asked,
“Why shoot kinfolks anyhow?”
“Well he wasn’t my son-in-law when I shot him,
But I reckon that he is now!”