Cool Water

Pop and I headed to town to the yearly cattle sale
The sun and heat over us that day soon did prevail.

The truck was need'n fuel and we were craving a drink
So we pulled off the highway to take care of these two things.

Pop was pumping gas as I went in for the drinks
I asked Pop what he wanted, He said bring me anything.

Upon entering the Mini-Mart my troubles soon began
They had too many choices all in bottles and in cans.

There was liquid of brown, green and red
Making a choice I was soon to dread.

They had energy in a can, power in a bottle
All I wanted was a cool drink, not a social hour.

As I pondered what Pop would like to drink
I exclaimed out loud "all these choices really stink!

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I know at the ranch Pop would drink from the well
Cool water was the best, I often hear him tell.

With a bottle of water in hand I went to pay for what I did choose
When I saw the total, my temper I thought I'd lose.

Meeting Pop outside He asked if I had any luck
I told him all I found was water, and it's cheaper to drink then
What your pumping in the truck…