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COUNTY   FAIR

THE BARN WAS LONG WITH STALLS ON EACH SIDE,
WITH A MIDDLE AISLE AND NOT VERY WIDE.
WHEN LO--AND BEHOLD, WHAT DO I SEE,
TWO HUGE BULLS HEADING STRAIT FOR ME.

NO ONE WARNED US THEY WERE COMING INSIDE,
FIFTEEN HUNDRED POUNDS AND THREE FEET WIDE.
EVERYONE PRESSED UP AGAINST THE STALLS,
PRAYING THEY WOULDN'T GET CRUSHED OR FALL.

THE BULLS RUSHED BY AT A PRETTY FAST PACE
T'WAS THE FIRST TIME I SAW ONE FACE TO FACE.
WITH A BULL SO BIG, I JUST NEVER KNEW,
I WAS JUST SO PANICED, I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO.

THEN AS QUICK AS THEY CAME, THEY PASSED ON THROUGH.
THE PEOPLE WITH LITTLE ONES, WERE ANGRY TOO.
THEY YELLED AT THE HERDERS WHO DROVE THEM THERE
BUT THEY DIDN'T LISTEN BECAUSE THEY DIDN'T CARE.

THEN CROSSING FROM ONE BARN TO ANOTHER
A BIG WHITE HORSE GOT LOOSE FROM ITS TETHER,
IT CAME DOWN THE LANE AS FAST AS COULD BE.
I PICKED UP MY SON AND RAN TO SAFETY.

THAT WAS THE LAST TIME I WENT TO THE FAIR.
TOO MUCH EXCITMENT FOR ME OVER THERE.
I'M NOT MUCH OF A COUNTRY GAL, WHAT A PITY.
I'M JUST A GIRL WHO LIVES IN THE CITY.


Copyright Shirley Sasek

2009


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