MY SEVENTH HEAVEN

When I was a kid, I think I was about seven
My Uncle Buck's farm I thought was heaven
Buck had a Dairy farm but had more than cows
Calves and chickens and a dog that took bows
Jip was a cow dog, a great big collie you see
And about the farm she was  much smarter than me
She brought up the cows every morning and night
Don't know how but her timing was always right
She kept the milking going as smooth as silk
Then out to the barn my Aunt came after milk
And called Jip with her to help get the meal
My Aunt always cooked for company,a big deal
Oh,her fried chicken no better could there be
Put Jip in the pen, pointed so she could see
Jip caught em and brought em,when she was done
Not a feather was ruffled, nope, not even one
After morning milkings done,Buck took the truck
Cause he ran the milk route too,ain't that luck
While he was gone and nobody was left around
Me and my cousins made us a fine rodeo ground
We got in the calf pen and we tried to ride
But the calves,we wore out,and had to hide
Maybe if they don't see us they'll never know
But my Aunt had already called and told them so
Me and my cousin, we just knew we were dead
Buck and my Dad came back in from the route
Buck said "Did you give them a good workout"
After a while my Aunt rang the dinner bell
We came running,we were hungry,cant you tell
A meal fit for kings,my Aunt made with pride
Everyone ate till they sat back and sighed
If I could go back in time you know I would
But memory makes me happy just like it should