To feel the side of a cowboy boot on my hip
Was something quite unexpected, too
Caught up in lines and circles to notice before
But a stray cat was their owner!  

He looked at me with a pearly black eye and  
Bid me a due, nodding low into the  
Darkest part of this Adams apple, and here
I was thinking Felidae didn't have them!

As strange as it was, I paid him no mind
Carried by wavy guitars and longing fiddles
My hip sunk again, this time only with the
Sound of five hundred animals clapping along.  

I turn to my left, to look at my partner, but he’s  
seemingly replaced by a crowd of menagerie workers.
In the corner of my eye, a familiar smile,
I yell to the camel, “Why, You’re Not My Boyfriend!”