Courtship
Home with his catch the up-right but-cher stomps
O see what I’ve got you to the mo-ther. A calf is
split he says by our al-pha-bet so tender it won’t let
him move around. O be-lieve he says when I rope
him how ea-sy see he does-n’t move a-round your
kitchen.
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O see what I’ve got you to the mo-ther. A calf is
split he says by our al-pha-bet so tender it won’t let
him move around. O be-lieve he says when I rope
him how ea-sy see he does-n’t move a-round your
kitchen.
Anne Heide
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