He was only a lavender cowboy,
The hairs on his chest were two. …
He wished to follow the heroes
Who fight as the he-men do.

Yet he was inwardly troubled
By a dream that gave no rest;
When he read of heroes in action,
He wanted more hair on his chest.

Herpicide, many hair-tonics
Were rubbed in morning and night. …
Still, when he looked in the mirror
No new hair grew in sight.

He battled for “Red Nell's” honor
Then cleaned out a hold-up nest,
And died with his six-guns smoking. …
But only-two hairs on his chest.