Farmers are good negotiators. A little poetic slant to an outside story.

Missing Bull

No Mister Lawyer, my Bull was missing after the train went through
I only wanted you to pay me for his registered full value.

The Attorney for the railroad was at a losing end
“He’s just an ol’hick Farmer, i can’t let him do me in”

“Look ,”he said, , “you’re fighting big city and a million dollar staff
I hold all the cards so how about just half?”

The Farmer smiling slightly , said,” pay me off in cash,
It’s not that I don’t trust you, but I’ve known of banks to crash,”

The big city lawyer gleefully paid, , one half the requested sum
Patting himself upon the back, he’d really taken this bum

Bragging; , "now that we have settled the case,
“ Mister, We couldn’t have ever even made first base.

When the incident occurred, the railroad didn’t stand a winning prayer,
You see the fireman was dead asleep and the engineer wasn’t there.

But when you’re dealing with a smart lawyer of my senior station,
You must have at least a Harvard education,

Winning your case was really just a dream,
When you’re dealing with the likes of my big city team!”

The ol Farmer pocketed his money, but smiling happy said,
“You know young feller I ain’t really the best of read,

I ain’t too good at legal stuff; glad we settled out of court,
Any kind of lawyer fees would leave me awful short,

And I was pretty sure I couldn’t win when wife phoned me informing ,
That darned ol’ missing bull of mine, came wandering home this morning.