by Baxter Black, DVM


I was ridin’ pens for Horton in the fall of ‘91. It was early October and the run had just begun. He was buyin’ calves like crazy ‘cause the price was on the rise And you couldn’t see his pupils for the glitter in his eyes! He bought big ol’ soggy weaners...soaked up virus like a sponge! He bought dime-off little leppies when the market made a lunge, He bought Terramycin junkies that had been around the world And hungry auction refugees that stuffed their cheeks like squirrels!


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