Poem -

Who Let The Calf In The House

Sitting in the living-room
Watching all my children
Was a country calf
And a little girl too sleep to get a scold-en

Just how the calf got in
Or the little girl got out
Was an act of nature and girls
And both are all about

The calf too cool to poo
Mommas little girl too sleep to care
Calf was in no hurry to move
Move her, Mom wouldn't dare

Little girls are like thunder within rain
Joy is the forecast of thunder to farmers
You might not wake up to a calf
Beware of little girls who fold their pajamas

Who let the calf in the house
Oh her knee was bleeding and she needed help
Did she now? yup...see the blood is right here
You head her even though she had no yelp?

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