Buford The Bull
Buford was a Hereford bull
And he had many cows
On cubes and hay he stayed full
As he slowly walked about
He had many children
And named every one
There was a son named Brutus
And Penelope (full of fun)
No cow knew him better
Than his sweet Colleen
And beside her was little Joseph
That was a prince it seemed
Each spring the herd grew
And Buford was again a daddy
With a son or two
That wound up as beef patties
It was always Saturday
When the trailer came
They loaded up the lads
And the heifers too that drained
One day Buford was gone too
To another pasture
It seems all the girls were kin
And a potential herd disaster