A rootin’ tootin’ shootin’ star
Travelled very, very far
From the Wild West of outer space
Until it found the human race

When he arrived he aimed for Earth
And falling unholstered his guns
Red hot spurs, a flaming tail
Shining brighter than the sun

What this meteor was here for
Was a good old-fashioned fight
But in the atmosphere he shed tear
As he burned up in the night

He’d let himself get too hot-headed
From the ground a beautiful sight
And that rootin’ tootin’ meteor
Never became a meteorite.

Rootin' Tootin' Shootin' Star - A short funny poem about a hot-headed meteorite