Down and Dirty

The rain had passed leaving fields of mud, Mud to work with, to rest and to play. Mud in our shoes, in our pants, in our hair, Mud to brighten the rest of our day. My girl and I, we worked the sheep, Counting, marking and drenching together. We tackled and fell, dragging each to the side, And did it both dressed in full leather. When we completed the sheep, all ewes and one ram, We relaxed with a beer on the ute. And we talked open talk about how lucky we are, And I told her, in mud, she looked cute. She whipped my legs out and laughed down at me, Our day it was done by two thirty. So I pulled her to the mud, and within half an hour, We had both gotten down and got dirty.