This calf is just a baby yet.
He isn’t very old.
If could talk atall, I’ll bet
He’d say this world was cold.
He never felt the breath of Spring,
Or saw the green grass grow.
In fact he doesn’t know a thing,
But winter, cold, and snow.
And if that cow don’t get to feed,
She soon will be half dry.
The calf won’t have what mils he needs
In fact he won’t get by.
He’s havin’ hard luck sure enough.
That calf will have to take it.
Well, let us hope he’s plenty tough,
And mebbyso he’ll make it.
(Bruce Kiskaddon)
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