The Cowboys Loop

The cowboy makes his daily loops
 To feed and check on cattle,
To look for any new calves born,
 To hear the creaking saddle,
Loops out around the feeding ground,
 Around and around he goes,
His life just one eternal loop
 Through rain, sun and snows.

From the circle of the lasso,
 To the dallie round the horn,
The cinches of his saddle,
 The feeding path well worn,
The cowboy starts his big loop,
 On the day that he is born.
He rides his circles out and back
 'Till his celestial morn.