To the tune of “Yankee Doodle”
I got your picture Buster dear,
A-riding on a pony.
Your pony is a real one too,
You wouldn’t have a “honey.”
Buster Flynn he sure is game,
His eyes are full of luster.
I think we’d better change his name,
And call him “Bronco Buster.”
When you grow up to be a man,
Be always “rough and ready.”
But never brag about it though,
Like windy “Bull Moose Teddy.”
And by and by, you’ll ride out West
Like cowboys that you’re read of,
But don’t fall off your pony dear,
And break your little head off.