Most people when they go for a jog
Take a long their faithful dog
Or perhaps a kitten with its prance
Or even a monkey doing a dance.
But I’m a country kid and when I run
On a winding road beneath the sun
I jog along the barbed wire fence
And waiting for me in full suspense
All ready for their morning meal
They rush at me with bulky zeal
A heard of cows mistaking me
For the farmer coming to feed.
And so they follow me till fence’s end
And when I return they run again.