A cock, a doodle, doodle, do,
the rooster screamed The day is new!
our Pete struggles out of bed,
to a poddy calf that must be fed,
and heaps of other daily chores,
that cut off sharp his peaceful snores.
With bucket full of milk so white,
Pete staggers in the morning light,
the poddy wants his morning feed,
his mum's been lost and so the need,
but another spies this tempting meal,
here's Red the Calf intent to steal!
Our Peter shoos the calf away,
but Red stays put, he will not stray,
I'll trick him! thinks our farmer Pete,
I'll wet my hand just like a teat!
he dips his fist into the pail,
he'd fool young Red, this trick won't fail.
Red slaps his lips round Pete's wet hand,
and clean sucks off his wedding band!
Red takes off with a mighty belch,
Pete phones the Vet to ask for help...
It might come through.....I just can't say...
down in his gut that ring might stay!
So, if you see our Pete the Lad,
and it looks as though he's gone quite mad
walking round, and round, and round, and round,
and poking things down on the ground,
there's a reason that he'll not admit,
for his newfound interest in fresh cow shit!!
Glenn Borland