At a day care on a quiet street,
There are kids of every size,
I unload Clara from the truck,
They can’t believe their Eyes.
For Clara is a wooden cow,
With a head to face each way,
She’ll help thirty giggling children,
Learn to throw a rope today.
I teach them each to hold the rope,
To swing it ‘round and let it go.
The enthusiasm is amazing,
They laugh and cheer at every throw.
The classic question, asked and answered,
A little girl smiled and said , “of Course,
I can tell you’re a real cowboy,
You smell just like a horse.”
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