My Little Calf

Here I hold my baby
Right here in my arm
Here I hold my baby
I found her in the barn

My little calf is perfect 
With her pink snout and big brown eyes
My little calf is perfect
Looking up at me, from the bale of hay on which she lies

"Moo," she grunts, nudging at my hand
As we walk around the farm
"Moo," she grunts, nudging at my hand
What does she think I am, some kind of marm?

Was it only yesterday 
I held her here for the first time?
Was it only yesterday
I held an imaginary rope and reeled her in like a mime? 

Born one day, gone the next
I love my Moo and will not forget
Born one day, gone the next
My moo lives in me, forever and without regret.

Here, my Moo was born. 

 

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