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well the gruner in the corner gets to 'ang up proud at last
'is spring frost light but darker tones where ayrshires' shadows cast
peppercorns are hanging near the chookhouse that they hide
and posts and rails in paddocks bluff the calves to stay inside
a telephone call in the still of night
she's ad er carff and they're both orright
but jest as well we both got ome
she coodent get up
least not on er own
but now she's on er feet
and the calf is fumbling for its first lick o teat
she's an ayrshire mate and the bull was the black
y'know the one at the gate that we thought was too slack
well calve she 'as and even though she fell
both mother and daughter is fit and well
and ellioth has woken up can't ya hear the artist chuckle
for his farmyard came to life just as the carff began to suckle
and the clucking chooks are cluttered in the pen of scattered grain
and through the trees the early sun lights up the fog and day again
he dabbed his brushes down upon the smorgasbord of grass
perfection in the morning always helped his nights to pass
farmer and the artist both began their day with light
and light was what they worked with best and had a rest at night
bob tatnell 2007