Bossie

COCKADOODLE DOOOOOOOOO! COCKADOODLE DOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! That big red rooster greets each morn that way, Waking all of us...and the farmer too, Just so we can all start the day. A beckoning call to the barn is made We just go a strollin' with an easy gait. Food, water, and then they wash us down Before the suctioning, as we await. It feels quite good to get that electric relief As those ruminant gallons go gently away. I may choose more hay as I give and give With a soft sounding "Mooooo" as I stand in the bay. Led from the barn to pastures so green But they're always greener to me on the other side, I stand, or sit down as I chew my cud 'Til milking call at evening tide. You may call me "Bossie" Although I'm really not... The produce I give is warm right now, But Pasteur said that it had to be hot. What a beautiful life I have Just going from here to there. Giving my body's bounty, With hardly a care. For sure it is enjoyed by millions each day, The pure white drink which is ne'er pernicious. Just one thing more I'll say about it.... The time I have and the milk I give is UDDERLY delicious!