Catlle are walkin’ along in the snow.
Riders beside ’em are travellin’ slow.
No need to hurry, no time for speed.
Takin’ their cattle to where they get feed.
Cows are in right good condition at that.
Some of ’em there you could really call fat.
I reckon that’s how a man ort to begin,
Start givin’ ’em rations before they git thin.
Now they must git the hay out of the stack
Load up the wagon and fill up the rack.
Plenty to do with the hay knife and fork.
Start feedin’ cattle you run into work.
A cow man he figures the trouble and cost.
It’s better than countin’ up what he has lost.
If he keeps his stock fat there is one certain thing,
He will have his cows there with their calves in the spring.
(Bruce Kiskaddon)
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