By: Jean Elaine Fuller
Buck-a-roo always thought he was the same
He had come to the barn so early in life
He could see he was a golden brown
They came to feed and call and pet
So that's the way his story goes,
Date: Fall of 1966
Especially for: Jeff and Hazel Heisler
As the cows he pastured with.
But in ways he was quite different
So goes this enjoyable myth:
The cows were his only teacher.
Although his natural instincts told him
He was a wilderness creature.
And the cows were black and white,
He wondered why the children always came
To see the humorous sight.
And marvel at his beauty.
Buck-a-roo just took it in his stride.
(He thought 'twas his animal duty!)
Buck-a-roo has grown up here.
Finding out he wasn't a cow at all,
But a beautiful white-tailed deer.
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