Somebody painted Joe’s horse red.
Who could have done the awful deed?
What low life could have desecrated
Such a faithful, noble steed?

Joe would find the equine painter
And he would ruin the culprit’s day.
No one could paint Joe’s faithful horse.
And think that he would get away!

He went into the crowded bar
To find his horse’s color source
He yelled he’d make the one confess
That had the nerve to paint his horse.

Now where the heck did he come from,
That giant who was standing up?
The man looked like a huge pit bull,
Made Joe feel like a newborn pup.

The giant snarled, he’d done the deed.
Joe saw his whole life flashing by!
He quickly said, “Well I’ve just come
To let you know the first coat’s dry.”