Happy tails to you until we eat again.
Happy ails to you, keep aching until then.
Who cares about the pen* when one is dying?
Just think of all those folks that you’ll leave crying.
Happy tails to you until we eat again.
*Wyoming Territorial Penitentiary built in the fall of 1873
Hannibal Heyes and Kid Curry were resting in a secluded glade by a country stream. The weather was warm, perhaps a bit balmy, the sky was a rich baby blue dotted with fluffy cotton...