Way up on that high Brokeback Mountain
J and E did some fine layaboutin'
At the end of it all
They'd had quite the ball!
but a bit fewer sheep for the countin'.
Most cowboys high up on a mountain
would say "I ain't queer, I'm not outin'!"
but Jack's big baby blues
in the tent, were no snooze
and big Ennis made like a fountain.
Ennis's teeth were a-chattering
and Jack said, "Get in, quit your hammering!
Above shines the moon,
and with sweet spooning, soon
my Y chromosome won't be mattering!"
When Jack laid his eye on fair Ennis he
was impressed by his fine masculinity!
They talked a wee bit,
he got Ennis lit,
and gently lassoed his virginity.
Two lonesome cowboys really clicked
like proverbial thieves, getting thick!
With youthful exhuberance
each sprang a protuberance
the booze and cold couldn't constrict!
Repeat the work? Jack didn't get to.
For some sheep were not found in situ.
Love wasn't as fleeting;
Jack found himself bleating,
"I wish I knew how to quit you!"
