I know a guy called Slim,
In lean blue jeans,
Who can fence and rope and ride,
And cook a fancy pot of beans.

Slim has a thousand acres of sky and grass and sun.
He likes a good fast Horse.
His bay could really run.

Well,if you want to ask him,
His favourite's Go Man Go.
And when it comes to Horses,
There's an awful lot he knows.
He has a spotted Appy stallion,
That keeps him on his toes,

He's out for hybrid vigour,
Likes experimenting too,
With his mares he calls The Wild Ones,
From the hills of yellow hue.

Slim has the neatest eyes of blue,
And a catchy sort of grin,
And knows the Cariboo was made for
His spotted Appy stallion,cattle dog, and him.