This year I'm for practicality,
Don't look like that and frown
If a ewe won't feed her weakling lamb
Humanely put it down.
Just think of all those wasted hours
Warming milk and trying
To force it down unwilling throats
Which seem intent on dying.
Blue glazed eyes and pale cold lips
Barely still alive
Mother Nature knows what's best
And lets the strong survive.
Suppose the little so and so's
Make the grade - - what then?
Always crowding round my feet,
Escaping from their pen.
Waylaying me across the yard
Chase me, bleat and butt.
I'm tired of yelling at the kids
To keep the gates all shut.
Slobber on my shoes and socks
The hem chewed on my dress.
Be careful where you walk out there
The path's an awful mess!
The family's so enthusiastic
To help at first, it's true
But fervour fades, come bottle time
They've other things to do.
I admit it's kind of funny
Seeing full grown wethers run
Answering to soppy names-
'Sweet Pea' and 'Honeybun'!
You flagged down the stock - truck
Your mates won't let us forget
Frantic efforts to find 'Boofy'
Our youngest's special pet.
I've heard you curse those poddies, too
Consigning them to Hades
Language not fit for defeated dogs
Let alone the ladies!
Well, I've said my piece - it's final
Sorry if your feeling's hurt - - -
What is that lumpy bundle
Slung inside your sweat - stained shirt?
The crows have maimed its mother!
The foxes killed its twin!
Poor little helpless baby
Don't just stand there - - - bring it in!