A Dog Called Blue
A DOG CALLED BLUE
We had this dog once;
We all called him “Blue,”
Was great
Especially around our cattle,
When living on the farm,
“Blue” was in his element;
When bringing in the herd
On their way,
To be milked twice a day.
Gentle but firm;
Was “Blue” around the heels,
A nip here,
A nip there,
Certainly helping
Keep Holsteins minds on the job.
From top paddock
Down to shed,
Only reward
Was a bone for the chore,
And a lying down for effort,
With cattle at the herringbone,
In giving out their precious loads
Destined to be sold;
In supermarkets and stores
Far off in the distance.
Francis Cooper – Mac © January 2018
Copyright © Francis Cooper-Mckenzie | Year Posted 2020
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