Buyers gather around the ring
To hear the auctioneer sing
"Look at these beauties!
Nice young Tiger-Stripe Heifers.
They'll make some dandy cows!
Let's start the bidding."
The chant begins to fill the air
And I look to see who's bidding there
As the Master with the silver tongue
Rolls up the bids I see nary one
With upraised hand
There in the attentive crowd.
Oh, wait, a finger by the nose,
The guy that's wearing farmer clothes,
I'm pretty sure he wants those girls
And over on the other side
I think he might be bidding too,
The one in the bright blue plaid.
He's got his card up by his chin
And taps it every now and then,
That's got to be the way he makes a bid.
Look, there in the back row
By the lady in the in the yellow cap,
I think he might be another one.
Pretty soon we hear, "Sold!"
And those heifers head out in the cold
As we find out that the buyer
Was "Kyle 3X-2"
So, they're headed out west
To wheat pasture for a few months.
"Look at this nice set of light steers!"
The caller chants to calm the fears
That this bunch might just be a wreck
When they get to their destination
Several hundred miles
From where they were born.
"Let's start the bidding...."
No comments:
Post a Comment