The cowboys are coming, the cowboys are coming.
Come on, people, get a grip, let us have our say.
What we’ll put forth, here, is the American way.
You know it’s only the bad folks they will harm.
Unless, they were the bad guys, that is only fair.
They might shoot you, for gender, race or hair.
It’s accidental, if anyone is shot; that’s all right.
Some foreign children risked in a land far away.
Don’t send ‘em here, not like us; we came to stay.
We’d get their diseases and even worse than that.
Why then, they might grow up, voting democrat.
So call me nuts, but someone must make a stand.
We are all Heinz 57, if you check our ethnic past.
That is enough; we require no more at our repast.
Don’t fret, we have the swagger of wild-west style.
Many enemies must be shot; it might take a while.
We believe freedom precious, if you think our way.
Watch your back watch your front, stay ever wary.
Invest in Kevlar, there’s time; make life less scary.
You think you’ll be shot; it happens now and then.
If not, you will likely live your three score and ten.
So live it up, go deep in debt, what is there to lose?
Yet, accidents, heart attacks, these may lay you low.
We don’t need guns and bullets, too, to help us go.
Plague, war, flood, fire around any moment lurks.
Hope I’m gone, before we can blow our world up.
If not, I might choose to drink hemlock as I sup.