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Children's Poems
by Margo Fallis
The Longhorn

The Longhorn

Cows are funny creatures that sometimes act quite silly,

Like Molly and her best friend, Sweet Willie.

The two cows were traveling across the USA,

Stopping in every state they crossed on their way.

When they arrived in Texas, Molly thought it was too big.

“Whoever decided to make this state probably danced a jig.

Look at the blue bonnets. They don’t look like hats.

And what’s an armadillo? I hope we see one, fancy that.”

They spotted a field full of tall, tall grass.

“I’m feeling hungry; a meal I don’t want to pass.”

Sweet Willie also noticed the other bovine in the field.

“Now isn’t that odd. Look at that big bull eating a meal.”

“Silly, silly, Sweet Willie, that’s not a bull.

Look at the horns; they’re so long and so full.

It’s probably an elephant, or a rhino, don’t you think?”

Molly sniffed the air, “At least it doesn’t stink.”

Another cow was munching on the grasses near by.

“That’s a longhorn bull, you silly cows; you’d better rub your eye.

Down here in Texas we grow everything big and tall.

We also say ‘Howdy’ and ‘Come on y’all.”

Molly and Sweet Willie stared at the bull for hours.

They chomped on the rye and wheat and also on some flowers.

“Doesn’t that beat all,” Molly said with a smile.

“We’d better get going. We’ve been here quite a while.”

So the two cows mooooo-ved on, plodding across the state.

One thing for sure, both cows lost a lot of weight.

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