Little Lulu Grows Up Poem by L MILTON HANKINS

Lulu was Miss Moo-Moo's first baby calf
She wibbelly-wobbled through the straw
But when it came time for her oatmeal
She danced and pranced around the stall.

Miss Moo-Moo called her first baby Lulu
Because, she said, it rhymed with Moo-Moo
And when dancing little Lulu took a spill
Miss Moo-Moo said, "Lulu, you'd better chill! "

Farmer Brown loved Miss Moo-Moo and Lulu
And took especially good care of them both
He watched after Moo-Moo's every need
And kept a record of little Lulu's growth.

Moo-Moo's pride, Lulu grew big and strong,
Like every young calf should do
She ate her breakfast and drank her milk
And every growing boy and girl should, too.

When Miss Moo-Moo and Lulu could pasture,
Mother and daughter, out in the meadow
Father Brown loved to watch them wander
He could see them from his veranda window.