Love Me Tender

Snow white and gentle She’s skipping to me Bright eyed and breathless I’m down on one knee Bottle in hand She suckles the teat Her friends in the field Jealously bleat In between gulps She glances around Pale pink ears Catching each sound Innocent, happy Blissful and bold Playful and precious A joy to behold Sweet and tender Juicy and pink I’ll have her on Sunday Roasted, I think