Colossal Companion

There once was an ox bright and blue,
Whose size made the mountains seem few.
Babe plowed through the land,
With Paul at his hand,
And forests fell swiftly in view.

He drank from the rivers so wide,
And carried the logs in great pride.
No barn could contain
His enormous domain,
Yet he walked with a gentle stride.

Through snowstorms and winters so cold,
Babe trudged on, both fearless and bold.
With horns sharp and true,
And a heart that was too,
For a friend who was treasured like gold.

The tales of this ox still inspire,
A legend of strength that won’t tire.
For alongside each man,
Through work or a plan,
Babe’s loyalty never will expire.