Wildman and The Sheriff

She's got six gun jaws snappin
Silken red hair
Pink bandana flappin
And sheriff gonna getya stare

He's a ear pullin finger grabbin
White haired black eyed dervish wild child
Racing with the throttle gunnin
While wearin a I ate the piece of pie smile

She guards ever door
Hears every sound
Makes sure he's not being a boor
Elvis toothy snarl poised to bound

He's a nascar running wildman spinnin
As he Skids on every corner
With that play with me wild eyed grin
Whilst churnin in turn three paws worn

She shortcuts to turn two
Smacks him in the qtr panel
Rides him to the wall with a wicked chew (On top of course)
Gnashing behave you worthless spaniel

He cowers pantin hard suppine
Gets up runnin to turn four
Racin for the finish line
Leavin the sheriff on the floor

She gets up puts it in reverse
And heads him off from the other side (She cheats)
They collide full speed and convulse
She's a grabbin for his hide

He jumps over her high
Reaching for his favorite place
Square on his mama's thigh
While she rubs white fur from her face