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is pressed

Against the earth 's

sweet flowing breast

A tree that looks at God all day

And lifts her leafy arms to pray

A tree that may in summer wear

A nest of robins in her hair

Upon whose bosom snow has lain

Who intimately lives with rain

Poems are made

By fools like me

But only God

Can make a tree

With the intoxicating rhythm

of the samba,

we serve up a musical cocktail

with true Latin American flavour.

If three boisterous

birds of a feather

fall under the influence

of this tropical tempo,

don't blame them,

blame it on the rhythm of the samba.

If your spirits have hit a new low

And they long to hit a new high

One little musical cocktail

Will lift them to the sky

Mix a jigger of rhythm

With the strain of a few guitars

Add a dash of the samba

And a few melodious bars

And then,,,

And then,,,

You take a spark of bossa

One fandero

Take a wiggle

You've got the fascinating rhythm

of the samba

And if guitars are strumming

Birds are humming

Drums are drumming

Then blame it on the samba

It's the beat you cling to

The type of song you sing to

The kind of thing you swing to

With the beat in your feet

When you're bouncing

to the beat you're reeling

With the carioca feeling

But if you want to hit the ceiling

Here is all you have to do

You take a spark of bossa

One fandero

Take a wiggle

You've got the fascinating rhythm

of the samba

Here's a tall tale, just the way

the old timers used to tell them.

Pecos Bill was the roughest, toughest

shootingest cowpoke that ever lived.

Any story about Pecos

is bound to be strong medicine.

Maybe it's best

to sashay into it gently.

Shades of night are falling

As the wind begins to sigh

And the world is silhouetted

Against the sky

Blue shadows on the trail

Blue moon shining through the trees

And the plaintive wail

from the distance

Comes a-drifting

On the evening breeze

Move along, blue shadows!

Move along!

Soon the dawn will come

And you'll be on your way

But until the darkness

sheds its veil

There'll be blue shadows

On the trail

Move along, blue shadows

Move along

Move along

Soon the dawn will come

And you'll be on your way

On your way

But until the darkness

sheds its veil

There'll be blue shadows

On the trail

Shadows on the trail

Uncle Roy, what makes the wolves

howl like that?

Wolves? Those are coyotes.

Yes, Bobby's right.

They howl when the moon is bright.

- Why?

- That's quite a story.

- Cowboys in it?

- Yes, sirree.

- Indians, too?

- Could be two or three.

Mostly this story's about Pecos Bill.

Pecos Bill? Who's he?

- Never heard of Pecos Bill?

- Imagine!

I thought everybody knows Pecos.

Bill was the world's

greatest buckaroo.

The roughest, toughest critter

Never was a quitter

Cos he never had no fear

for man or beast

Pecos Bill was...

Easy, Trigger,

I won't forget his horse, Widowmaker.

- Widowmaker?

- That's a funny name.

That horse earned it, just the same.

- A killer.

- Dynamite.

Widowmaker was Bill's best pal.

Until along came

that beautiful prairie gal.

- Shucks, a woman!

- But what a woman.

She was fresh as the dew

On a prairie rose

A true thoroughbred

From her head to her toes

That there was Slue Foot Sue

Sweet Sue

I'd rather hear about the coyotes.

You started to say...

Why coyotes howl at the moon

that way?

You're right. It all fits together.

You can't tell one without the other.

The story of Bill and that gal

is the story of why coyotes howl.

I'm getting to the details now.

Here on the map of the old US,

completely surrounded by wilderness,

lies Texas.

- There are some other states.

- Like Wyoming.

- Milwaukee.

- Long Island South.

Down Texas way, a river flows.

Where it comes from nobody knows.

Down Texas way, a river flows.

Where it comes from nobody knows.

Where it's going, don't no one care.

Just glad it's leaving there.

- The Pecos River.

- Pure alkali.

- Naturally mean water.

- The buzzards won't even touch it.

Into this fertile garden spot

came a prairie cart.

There was Ma and Pa and 1 6 brats,

- four hound dogs.

- And a couple of cats.

- Going west looking for elbow room.

- Sure could use some of the same.

Crossing the river bed,

something fell out on to his head.

They didn't even know he was gone.

The wagon just kept rolling along.

It was Bill, poor little critter.

Homeless as a poker chip.

Along came night and a prairie moon

Old Ma Coyote a-hurrying home

She was due for a shock

at herjourney's end

The stork had delivered a dividend

- One more than usual!

- It had never happened before.

Probably one of them

new-fangled models.

- Bill looked up and grinned

- Shucks!

Ma 's old heart just caved in

Bill saw that he needn 't fear

He'd staked himself a claim here

Headed straight for the chuck wagon.

Bill was hungrier than a woodpecker

with a headache.

It followed as natural fact

that Bill growed up

with that coyote pack.

He soon became the top hand

in a way they all could understand.

Little Bill couldn't rest

till he'd proved himself the best.

He studied other varmints, too,

then showed them a trick or two.

Outloped the antelope.

Outjumped the jackrabbit.

Bill even outhissed

the rattlesnake.

Then one day

Across the burning sand

A stranger came

To the Pecos land

The usual committee

Was there today

To welcome their guest

In the usual way

Fifty to one weren't no fair fight,

but one plus Bill

made it just about right.

Well, it was the beginning

of a beautiful friendship.

They stuck together like warts

on a toad, like birds of a feather.

When Bill growed up, of course,

he chose a career to suit him

and his horse.

Yep, Bill became

a rootin', tootin' cowboy.

Pecos Bill was quite a cowboy

down in Texas

The western superman,

to say the least

The roughest, toughest critter

Never was a quitter

Cos he never had no fear

of man nor beast

So yippee aye-ay, aye-ay!

Yippee aye-o!

For the toughest critter

west of the Alamo

So yippee aye-ay!

Yippee aye-o!

Once, a drought spread

all over Texas,

so to sunny Californy he did go.

Though the gag is corny

He brought rain from Californy

That's the way we got

the Gulf of Mexico

So yippee aye-ay aye-ay!

Yippee aye-yo!

For the toughest critter

west of the Alamo

Once a band of rustlers

stole a herd of cattle

but they didn't know it was Bill's.

When he caught them villains,

Pecos knocked out all their fillings.

That's why there's gold

in them hills.

So yippee aye-ay!

Yippee aye-o!

For the toughest critter

west of the Alamo

Pecos lost his way

- While travelling on the desert

- Water!

It was 90 miles

across the burning sand

Water!

He knew he'd never reach the border

- Water!

- If he didn 't get some water

Water!

So he got a stick

and dug the Rio Grande

While a tribe of painted Indians

did a war dance

Pecos started shooting up

their little game

He gave them such a shake-up

They jumped out from their make-up

That's how the Painted Desert

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