LITTLE BLACK BULL

LITTLE BLACK BULL

Bornin bobbing clover hay,July sun at close of day—Black and gleaming little bullAppetite all masterful.Scarcely dried—his glossy silk,When he started in to milk,Tongue a-smack and bulging tum,Filled at last—his vacuum.Soft blue hoofs and knobby pegsSoon were prancing just like legs;Got him weaned till bran he tookLike a codfish bolts a hook,Till he danced in sheer delight,Till he waxed in youthful might.Dawn of day and forth he wentFor adventure—jubilant;Innocent and wondering eyes,All the world a glad surprise,Then they drove him down the hillIn a crate—and wondering still;Wondering as the world went by,Green of trees and blue of sky,What adventure—joyous, new,Little bull was going to.

Bornin bobbing clover hay,July sun at close of day—Black and gleaming little bullAppetite all masterful.Scarcely dried—his glossy silk,When he started in to milk,Tongue a-smack and bulging tum,Filled at last—his vacuum.Soft blue hoofs and knobby pegsSoon were prancing just like legs;Got him weaned till bran he tookLike a codfish bolts a hook,Till he danced in sheer delight,Till he waxed in youthful might.Dawn of day and forth he wentFor adventure—jubilant;Innocent and wondering eyes,All the world a glad surprise,Then they drove him down the hillIn a crate—and wondering still;Wondering as the world went by,Green of trees and blue of sky,What adventure—joyous, new,Little bull was going to.

Bornin bobbing clover hay,July sun at close of day—Black and gleaming little bullAppetite all masterful.Scarcely dried—his glossy silk,When he started in to milk,Tongue a-smack and bulging tum,Filled at last—his vacuum.Soft blue hoofs and knobby pegsSoon were prancing just like legs;Got him weaned till bran he tookLike a codfish bolts a hook,Till he danced in sheer delight,Till he waxed in youthful might.Dawn of day and forth he wentFor adventure—jubilant;Innocent and wondering eyes,All the world a glad surprise,Then they drove him down the hillIn a crate—and wondering still;Wondering as the world went by,Green of trees and blue of sky,What adventure—joyous, new,Little bull was going to.


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