It was springtime all the budding signs of life were conquering strife.
And I was happy to be alive
Running through the forest with my tiny legs
Crunching twigs and sweet figs
Thinking I can climb that tree when I’m more big
The dandelions and daffodils up to my knees blades of grass past my head please.
Trees tower tall and streams bellow.
I was a short little fellow.
Like hobbit they used to say though now I’m big and almost grey.
Well that what I fear of anyway back to this tale
So one fateful day I set sail on my adventure on the trail.
There was the sound of a lost calf shouting over yonder.
I wondered and waited a moment and began to ponder.
I climbed a tree and you would not believe below the cliff there was a river
The poor little calf was stuck and did slither.
My little heart beated I thought nay little jay shall not be defeated
I ran for the farmer and then he said you had better garner the strength to save the calf my knees are hard done by the lack of fun and hard work there’s no one else and I can’t risk my health.
I strapped the rope to my waste and in post haste descended down the cliff
Where that babbling stream did bellow as it rifts.
I removed the stones and the branches
The little calf smile enhances.
I put forward a stick placed in his mouth
He grasps it firmly and gives a moo moo shout
He can hear mother cow and the farmer about.
I climb the cliff or should I say clamber and clunk and fumble and bumble.
The soft soil rumbles and falls beneath my feet
The cow stands firm and I stay oreet.
We continue our ascent through nettles I must lament
My knees bloody and weak like the little calf so sweet and meek.
We reach the top and the farmer did say
“your top tup e laddy”
I said “I thought it was a calf” he said “I was talking to you kid”.
We laughed and laughed oh how we did.
The calf was safe no longer crying
All the while the bull was riling
The reward for saving the calf
Was not only a laugh
I got to ride the bull in the field
So my dreams were sealed.