Another Time, Another Place; growing up

I really wanted a Lone Ranger outfit, but I had to settle for a Gene Autrey
cheapy. I wanted that black mask so nobody would recognize me. However;
I did send off and did receive the Lone Rangers Secret Decoder Ring. I don't
remember how many bags of seeds I had to sell to get it. It was my first encounter
with the free market system!

Another Time, Another Place.
By L. Don Oliver

Upon my broomstick pony,
Trusted cap gun at my side;
Cardboard spurs upon my feet,
Atop "Ole Thunder" I'd ride, ride, ride;

All around the backyard range,
"Ole Thunder" and I would go;
Up through the Great Divide,
Down through the drifting snow;

A Texas western cowboy hat,
Tied with string beneath my chin;
Chasing that nasty chicken rustler,
That sooner dog called "Mangy Slim";

Leaving "Ole Thunder" to graze ,
In the cactus (sand spur) sea;
I'd scamper up my mountain,
An old china berry tree;

I'd gaze the vast backyard range,
Searching everywhere he might play;
I'll break that egg sucking varmint,
From his dastardly evil ways;

Espying him off in the distance,
Loping along he couldn't glide;
I'd shimmy down my mountain,
Mount "Ole Thunder" and ride;

Reining "Ole Thunder" in,
Trotting oh so very slow;
Right up to the Red Eye Saloon,
Shouting, "Mama I've got to go";

Bellying up to the bar,
Giving the barkeep a baser;
"Give me a shot of fruit juice,
With a buttermilk chaser";

Remounting my faithful steed,
"Ole Thunder" and I would fly;
Across the backyard prairie,
Out into the clear blue sky;

Clothes line around my waist,
"Thunder" and I off to the cattle wars;
Hoping not to be mistaken for,
That kid they called "Droopy Drawers"

Ah! the way of the cowboy life,
Always lean and very trim;
But they didn't have that nemesis,
That despicable desperado "Mangy Slim";

Hey Tex! Grubs on the table,
It's about rain barrel time;
Alas, reality extended it's tentacles;
Recapturing my wondering mind;