Out on a Limb

"Your Honor", said the gathered horde,
"We don't know what to do!"
"A, well, "issue" has come up downtown,
And we thought we must tell you."

I looked at all these people,
Gathered near at my front door,
And I thought I truly love them,
My constituents I adore.

"What's the nature of this problem?"
I asked them all with much concern.
"Well, it's kind of hard to tell ya"
They replied to me in turn.

"Well let's mosey on and see it,"
I said calm as calm could be,
Mustn't let them think I'm nervous,
A Mayor brave and true that's me.

So I grabbed myself a jacket,
And headed quickly out the door.
When we got to town I must admit,
I was completely floored.

Somehow, don't ask me really,
Cuz no one knows quite how indeed,
Farmer Johnson's milk Cow Bessie
Had went and gotten herself plumb treed!

Yep, right there in the old Oak Tree,
Standing tall in Veteran's Square.
There hung Bessie in a big strong branch,
Hanging 10 feet in the air.

"How the heck???" But no one answered
They were staring just like me.
She was chewing leaves, contented,
Her udders dangling, swinging free.

To get her down would prove right tricky,
Wasn't sure what quite to do,
Then it came to me so clearly,
Take advantage of this poor moo!

So that's how our little township
Became a must stop tourist site;
We stuck a sign up and charged tourists -
"See the treed cow milked every night!"