Milking Shed Line Dancers

They're moving up closer from the fields of clover. Dog circles around behind. Making sure they head for the milking shed, like they do every milking time. Standing out of the mud, chewing their cud, holding their heads down low - turning up the beat on the ABC; boot scootin' boogie comes alive on the radio. The cows started prancing; they're all line dancing, Back and forward across the pen. There in the bails they're all swinging their tails, goose stepping now and then. The flies on the wall are beginning to crawl, moving from left to right. Dog rolled on the floor; he's clapping his paws. The milking shed's beating in country time. The music's played over; back to dreaming of clover, with calming classical music but then, someone made a mistake - what an error to make. They're playing boot scootin' boogie again. The cows started prancing; they're all line dancing, Back and forward across the pen. There in the bails they're all swinging their tails, goose stepping now and then. The flies on the wall are beginning to crawl, moving from left to right. Dog rolled on the floor; he's clapping his paws. The milking shed's beating in country time. The milking shed's beating in country time. The milking shed's beating in country time.