Maverick Love Affair

That dang little maverick had strayed again,
and the boss sez to me, "Curly Black,
Put that calf with the herd before sundown;
it's your job to bring her back!"

She was down in the blackberry brambles;
and pickin' berries there
Was Jess Johnson's middle sized daughter,
and she had that pretty red hair
Tied back with a narrow ribbon --
light blue just like her eyes,
And before I got that calf out,
I was in for a big surprise.

She said, "There's a supper social
at the church tomorrow at three,
I thought you might be goin';
'course, it really don't matter to me."
Well, I hadn't been much at church goin',
but I sure was there on that day;
Why, a herd of stampedin' cattle
couldn't have kept me away!

Most of the boxes was fancy --
big flowers to make 'em go;
But one had just blackberry blossoms
tied up with a narrow blue bow.
I'd have bid my horse and saddle,
and I got that simple box --
Also Jess Johnson's daughter --
the one with the reddish locks.

Now here's little Blossom and Berry Black;
I think -- and I have to laugh
When I see their blue eyes and their curly red hair --
what I owe to that maverick calf!

Happy Valentine's Day!

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