Pecos Calvin Cline

Old Pecos Bill rode into camp
astride his grizzly bear,
he wore a hat of diamondbacks
and cactus underwear.
 
His shirt was made of alligators
captured by surprise,
which you could tell by lookin' in
their dazed, shirt button eyes.
 
His trousers were coyote skin
superbly cured and dyed,
but I believe the critters still
was livin' there inside.  
 
For boots he wore live armadillas
held there on his feet
by two old rattle snakes he'd wrapped  
around and knotted neat.
 
A cloak of angry timber wolf he'd throwd  
acrost his back
and I could see he had another
tucked inside a sack.
 
"You're lookin' good old Pecos Bill"
I said, as he hopped down.
He stabbed at me with beady eyes
and pierced me with his frown.
 
"A fashion plate, a man to envy,
Pecos Calvin Cline."
He stared at me a moment then
as though I'd lost my mind.
 
"What, this old thang?", said Pecos Bill,
"I got ta tell ya, pard,
I whipped this up this mornin' from
the critters in my yard."
 
And then a grin attacked his face and
conquered his demeanor.
"I had ta shoot my other suit...
the durn thing ate the cleaner."