The lariat snaps; the cowboy rolls </br> His pack, and mounts and rides away. </br> Back to the land the cowboy goes. - William Jay Smith

I know a place all fennel-green and fine </br> Far from the white ice cap, the glacial flaw, </br> Where shy mud hen and dainty porcupine </br> Dance in delight by a quivering pawpaw;

Not ringed but rare, not gilled but polyp-like, </br> having sprung up overnight— These mushrooms of the gods, resembling human organs </br> uprooted, rooted only on the air,

The long-haired Yak has long black hair, </br> He lets it grow — he doesn't care. </br> He lets it grow and grow and grow, </br> He lets it trail along the stair. </br> Does he ever go to the barbershop? NO! </br> How wild and woolly and devil-may-care </br> A long-haired Yak with long black hair </br> Would look when perched in a barber chair!