Aunt Bill Rambles

Well, I been a-thinking what I could say to you what you wanted to hear and I couldn’t come up with nair thang.  So I decided to say a poem I learnt many years ago, but I don’t know who wrote it.

The hardest thing on the farm I think
Is teaching a little new calf how to drink.
You pull and tug and get his head  in a pail
And he’ll stand there and twist and just wiggle his tail
And then the first thing you know
Ker plunk goes his nose
And you’ve got milk all over your clothes.
Hold onto your patience,
Your teeth you must grit
If you can’t hold your temper
You might as well quit
For ole Mother Nature whose methods don’t fail
Never meant for a calf to drink from a pail.

SAYINGS FOR THE WEEK —

No woman suffers in silence unless her telephone is out of order. (Smiling Service)

You should have two aims — to make a little money first, then make a little money last. (Smiling Service)