Well...
I had a dream of a great, big river,
Whose banks were covered with reeds aquiver,
Lurking, meandering through no-mans land,
Pretentious, but by no means grand.
The river, you see, carved Indian soil,
There the chief kept the money and his men did the toil,
And took advantage of the babes and brides,
Tempted by the passion of moon-lit nights.

Such was the state of things when, -dreaming-,
Into Indian land I wondered, screaming,
“Anybody here? Hey, give me a hand!
I’m hopelessly lost in this no-mans land!
I need a ride up this great big river!”
Then…- thinking back, it makes me shiver-,
I heard a rustle and footsteps falling,
-and whilst a coyote, lovesick, calling-,
Cross my shoulder fell a great, big hand,
“My God!” Thought I, it is my end…

Slowly I turned…moving step-by-step,
And reached for the pistol I always kept,
Then turned to my nightmare with a great big smile,
Hoping he was friendly all the while,
Since I never learned to aim and shoot.
(When I aimed at the fence, I hit my foot.)
Then I found myself looking into bright, blue skies,
at least that’s what I saw in his eyes…
Bluer than ocean, calmer than the lake,
they sent my heart soaring, they made it ache…
I was lost and hungry, had no money,
still, my fate kept smiling…I’d found my Honey!
Then untying the horses from their stalls,
We mounted and rode off to Niagara Falls.

The alarm clock is screaming! Time for waking,
But if I dreamt, why am I shacking?!