Plenty of Cream

It is night time, about midnight, The cattle are restless, They must have a fright. I go out to see, What the matter could be, And found out, They just wanted company. A little song to them, Is just what they needed, A gentle guitar plays, As their wish is heeded. The moon is bright, In the western sky. You can see clearly, With a naked eye. Now they are dancing, In their own little way. I guess thinking of romancing, The neighborhood stray. He is a big bull, As big as can be. Not to be taken for granted, At least not by me. So their song is sung, And all is well. Time has come, For our farewell. Now sleep little doggies‘, And have your sweet dreams, And maybe by morning, There will be plenty of cream.