It's morning and just turning light.
The streets are still of traffic
without a soul in sight.
The milk as been delivered
and papa's letting free
the horses from their harnesses
then he'll set himself for tea.
He hates to make the effort
of getting up I say,
of milking dear old Bossie
and shooing hens away.
For they scratch and dig in mama's garden
a thing they shouldn't do.
But Jim has left the gate wide open
and let the bunch get through.
Now Jim is oft to school
to to learn his p's and q's.
He's getting rather upity
he thinks he's rather cool.
Not right to let the hens come in
to scratch in mama's plot.
He wouldn't like it none at all
if I took his toys to play.
He wouldn't like it none at all,
but I think I'll just do it anyway.
Thirty Days
(to the tune of Ki yi Bossie)
Yippie kai yai yay
They say you got to change who you run with
When you take the cure
Thirty days in and funny how clear
You can see what you couldn’t see before
Thought you broke my heart
But it was only a dent
Yippie kai yai yay
A little time was spent
And separate ways we went
Lemon kush made my vision 420
The room was so smoky
You looked pretty good
Two joints in and we got along fine
But then I took the cure
And now I’m doin fine
When I broke thirty days
I could see more clearly
Time for new friends and to send you on your way
Thirty days sober and I did the hokie pokie
Got a red chip halleleujah okie dokie
Making new friends at noon and six thirty
New associations that don’t make me crazy
Oh, by the way, don’t let the door hit you in the rear
Yippie kai yai yay
I’m happy joyous and free
Yippie kai yai yay
I'm happy joyous and free
They are caring loving and kind
They are the best sisters in the world and they are mine
They are so very special to me
They are two of a kind
One is small bossie adorable and sweet
One is big loud beatiful and sweet
They are cute, beatiful, pretty and adorable
We share a blood tie that is unbreakable
We share a love that is unmoverable
We share a bond that is untouchable
I love them more then life itself
I am very happy, lucky, greatful and proud to call them my sisters
COCKADOODLE DOOOOOOOOO! COCKADOODLE DOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
That big red rooster greets each morn that way,
Waking all of us...and the farmer too,
Just so we can all start the day.
A beckoning call to the barn is made
We just go a strollin' with an easy gait.
Food, water, and then they wash us down
Before the suctioning, as we await.
It feels quite good to get that electric relief
As those ruminant gallons go gently away.
I may choose more hay as I give and give
With a soft sounding "Mooooo" as I stand in the bay.
Led from the barn to pastures so green
But they're always greener to me on the other side,
I stand, or sit down as I chew my cud
'Til milking call at evening tide.
You may call me "Bossie"
Although I'm really not...
The produce I give is warm right now,
But Pasteur said that it had to be hot.
What a beautiful life I have
Just going from here to there.
Giving my body's bounty,
With hardly a care.
For sure it is enjoyed by millions each day,
The pure white drink which is ne'er pernicious.
Just one thing more I'll say about it....
The time I have and the milk I give is UDDERLY delicious!
I threw my legs over a rusty barbed wire fence
into a warm summer day a long time ago
landing smack dab in the middle
of my now ancient childhood
A lonely bob white sitting on the fence
whistling his heart out, I can only guess
his seranade was a lonely plea
here I am, please, come to me.
Standing knee deep in prarie grass
grasshoppers leaping from blade to blade
the smell of the hot earth
rising into my face, oh I miss that place
A corn snake slivers back under the fence
escaping into the corn field
over the hard clumps of ground
of the tired, plowed soil.
The smell of rain in the distant sky
is only passing by
a welcome sight to behold
but not meant for here, not today
A lonley cow bell tells me now
old bossie will soon be here
as she makes her daily trek
through the pasture into the pond
Indian paintbrushes, blue bonnets too
puffy white clouds in a sky so blue
all come together and bring back to me
a warm summer day, a long time ago.
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