A red-shirted, black-hatted little cowboy pulled up to my lunch table the other day.
I thought about reminding him of the manners guideline that says something about cowboys removing their hats at the table.
I thought about it. But, I didn't.
'Cause he was a carrot-eatin' cowboy. And I've heard those are rare.
And 'cause he turned and looked at me!
I was a gonner. A complete melt-me-right-into-a-puddle gonner!
He can wear his cowboy hat at my table anytime!
(Someone else will have to teach him manners.)
