Annie Oatmeal by J D Bedwell Annie Oats & her little brother, Were homeless ones like no other. They lived with the Indians several seasons But had to leave for unknown reasons. By the hand of God, or perhaps their fates, They came to the ranch of Grandpaw Bates. They survived for months in a line-camp shack, With nothing but the clothes upon their back. Annie with her single-shot twenty-two, Could shoot like no one else could do. They lived on rabbits, dove, and squirrel, There was something special about that girl. It was Belle who spotted them one day, And insisted that on the ranch they'd stay. They have been a blessing from day one, Rufus and Annie and her single-shot gun.