Callie the Calf, Grows Up
In a small Iowa town, picturesque,
as some would put, is a farm
so let me continue on a bit,
and I'll spin a Holiday yarn
Down a long country lane, not far from town,
there was a farm, not big, fifty acres and a half
on the farm, lived a large animal family,
the youngest, was Callie the Calf
It was a week before Christmas,
Horatio the Horse came in from the yard
he unhitched from the sleigh, came into the barn,
and handed Callie the Calf a Christmas card
The card, from Buddy the Dog and Baily the Cat,
friends of hers from the city
inside was an invitation, to a party
a New Year's party, better dress pretty
Christmas came and Christmas went,
the snow did lightly fall
Callie was getting ready for,
the New Years gala ball
She spoke with her friends, through the animal vine,
to find out about the fare
if there was anything, she had to bring,
and just who all might be there
Baily said," don't bring anything,
bring a date, or just yourself
Callie was so excited, when she heard,
Jackson might be coming, dressed as an Elf
Here it is, it's New Years Eve.
it is finally party day
Horatio Horse, was waiting outside,
to take her in the sleigh
All grown up for the party,
Horatio, gave Callie a Knightly bow
and said," you're no longer a baby,
You've grown into a Cow"
You Go Girl !
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