I read one day in the K. Falls paper

Of a "wild horse roundup" being made

At times, the wild horses are so many

Hunting for grassland, farmers they invade.

Ken says in Australia a roundup occurred

Made with a copter just like his

Finding the horses high up in the hills

Doesn't take long, it's done in a whiz.

With a guy in a copter, flying so high

In valleys and hills, they'll make a raid

Flew up thru the valley:  Hey, look there!

These horses should make the adoption grade.

The guy in the copter was stirring up dust

Herding the horses thru Calico Meadows

A beautiful white stallion was out in the lead

The stallion should bring some really big dough.

That stallion was leading, way out in front

I couldn't get him in the photo, you see

But he headed straight for the Calico Ranch

Where he'll no longer roam free.

The horses will be sold or adopted out

To homes where there is lots of love

They'll be gently broken and easy to ride

And will always be handled with a kid glove.

So Mr. Ken, would you like a job?

Flying your copter out on a hunt

To find some wild horses or maybe donkeys

Herding them in, will be no stunt.

Vina Carathers

November 1, 2000