At the rodeo grounds that day,
The group that was there heard him say:
“Now, I’m no vet,
And they know lots, and yet:
Horse tooth care they’ve let get away!”
 

The man that stood there was saying
To all (even those beyond swaying)
That “Even if fat,
As sure as your hat,
In your horse’s mouth sharp points are laying.”
 

The crowd wasn’t convinced, they were skeptical.
But rather than make a spectacle,
They just said, “Yeah sure”
But thought, “What manure!
Such talk will be his debacle.”
 

For they knew horses working or idle,
If bothered in the feedbin or bridle
Would surely lose weight,
Or chew on the gate,
Or even just prance and sidle.
 

The a barrel racer stepped up and said,
As up to the talker she led
A bay horse so shiny,
With quite a round hiney.
“If you find points here I’ll turn red.”
 

So onto the fat beast he did place
A speculum to show her the place
Where sharp points and crooks,
Like rows of meat hooks,
Were cutting the inside of Bay’s face!

She turned red and started to gasp
“Please, sir, my Bay’s teeth do rasp!
My vet said ‘Go away,
His teeth are OK!”
But now his neck I will grasp!”
 

“I asked him to check the teeth
Of my gelding and now I seethe,
For even though fat,
Comfort’s where it’s at!
So Bay’s fate to you I bequeath!”
 

The a roper with a mount that was cheating,
Said “I’d druther take a beating
Than use this thin horse!”
(Doc checked him of course)
And said “OK, What’s this horse been eating?”
 

He’d had his vet out to examine
The horse who was looking like famine.
And he had been told
“He’s just getting old,
So to him ‘complete feed’ be crammin’.”
 

The dentist looked in: “I pronounce:
This poor thing cannot gain an ounce
Til’ we file those sharp peaks,
Way in the back there, in his cheeks
And then on each calf he will pounce!”
 

So the horse folks learned on that day
That the horse may stay chunky on hay
But he still may have hooks
(And...this ain’t in the books):
He won’t gripe ‘cause that’s just his way!