[MARTHA:] There was a calf I met in the pastures He ate grass, he said that I made milk He was good at mooing and cows liked him And at snack time once we shared some hay I didn't eat, I sat and watched him chewing Watched him snack for nearly half an hour Ooh ooh ooh... Then he was done He pulled some beef off one time getting milked Mooed at me, then pressed it in my hooves I took that beef and put it in a packet All year long I had it in my fridge He didn't care if I made milk or steak And he was mine until we moved away Ooh ooh ooh... Then he was done Last night I dreamed a truck with wings Flew down into my stall On its seat there he sat And he held out his hooves So we sailed above the barn Across the cow pat filled farm My calfling boyfriend and I And a truck with wings Now we're all grown up and we know better Now we recognize the way things moo Certain calves are just for the pastures Certain cows are meant to be alone But I believe that any s n a c k worth having Is a s n a c k that should not have to be finished So I'll make a snack that is tasty And this time I'm never finishing And we'll soar above the wheat Over fields and pastures Past the farm and the poos And the yummy hay bales We will fly through the stall To a new lush pasture Where snack time is centuries long Ooh ooh...
