So-Ho, Bossy, So-Ho! Poem by Robert Kirkland Kernighan

Outside the wind of winter blows,
Outside the thick snow falls,
But Cherry and Brindle and Spot and Rose

Are safe and snug in their stalls;
Up in the barn there are tons of hay,

And thousands of turnips below,
Breakfasts for Buttercup, Midget and May

So-ho, Bossy, So-ho!
' We 're free from the fear of frost or flood,

For the winter may come or go,'
Says the Marquis of Meadows, rolling his cud,

So-ho, Bossy, So-ho!

Up and down in the passage way

There gallops a week-old calf;
Prim old cows look up from their hay

To nudge each other and laugh;
His pretty young mother with pride is full

Affection has set her aglow,
Because he 's a beautiful pedigreed bull

So-ho, Bossy, So-ho!

From Buttercup, Midget, from Cherry and Spot,

Most delicate compliments flow;
From Daffodil, Dewdrop, Daisy and Dot

So-ho, Bossy, So-ho!

After their supper they lie and coax

Each other to tell a yarn
I know that they frequently crack their jokes

Down in the basement barn;
But hush-a-bye yearlings upon them creep

With cornstalk wands they go,
And soon the picnic is sound asleep

So-ho, Bossy, So-ho!
Rock-a-bye Bumble Bee, Brown and Spot,

To the hush-a-bye hills we go;
Lull-a-bye Daffodil, Dimple and Dot,

So-ho, Bossy, So-ho!