Take a deep breath. I surely must have. I hope to recover

Buffalo Tail

My poor cow’s been charged with expulsion of gas,
Wonder what’s next for climate change to harass,

A time in the past there shoulda been trouble,
The whole USA was living in a bubble,

Really had to be in a hot atmosphere,
With all them buffalo living out here,

Couldn’t count the numbers , too hard to equate,
But ninety five million was one estimate,

Think of the green gas them cows would expell,
Would cross your eyes and imagine the smell,

Give me a home where the buffalo roam was not a song of the west,
It was eastern dudes that wrote it,. their noses were not the best ,

They’ve got him on a nickel, he’s worth more than that,
Early western settlers even cooked meals with his crap,

And those same sweet settler kids invented all the fun,
Where do you think that Frisbee toy came flying from,

Then there’s mother goose history with kids, their voices ringing,
Remember that funny rhyme song they were always singing,

Back a little bit from the dish and spoon,
Shoulda been a buffalo jumpin the moon,

On the back of a nickel, he was hid outta sight
Maybe on the front would have been about right,

How about on the front of a fifty cent piece
Did more for America than most presidents deceased,

But every good thing must come to an end,
I no longer consider buffalos as friends,

I lost my love for Buffalo, last time I was in Reno,
At those thieving Buffalo slots, in that damn Casino!.

“ You stepped in What?”