The prayer of the Cattleman to hear;
No doubt many prayers to the seem strange,
But won’t you bless our cattle range?
And don’t forget the growing steer;
Water the land with brooks and rills
For my cattle that roam a thousand hills.
And give our livestock plenty of food;
And to avert a winter’s woe
Give Italian skies and little snow.
Let thunder roll and water drop;
It frightens me to smell the smoke,
Unless it’s stopped, I’ll go dead broke.
Which represents a sack of gold-
I think at least five cents per pound
Should be the price of beef the year round.
Instead of on calf, give my cows two.
I may pray different than others, but then,
Still I’ve had my say, and now, Amen!