Party Heifers and Grain

Verse 1:
Out in the fields where the wildflowers sway,
Big Baron the bull makes the most of each day.
With the heifers he dances, under sun’s golden reign,
Dairy work is never done, pastures, party heifers, and grain.
Every morning he rises, shakes off the night’s dew,
Chasing dreams ‘neath the sky, vast and blue.

Chorus:
Party heifers and grain, under the open sky,
Big Baron’s ruling the meadow, time just ambles by.
‘Til the day he’s steak, he’s living unrestrained,
With his heart wide open, party heifers and grain.

Verse 2:
He trots over hills, where the cool waters flow,
Among clovers and heifers, where he’s king of the show.
Laughs with the crows, races shadows in fun,
His days full of frolic, warmed by the sun.
He bellows out songs to the rhythm of winds,
A ballad of barns, where his kingdom begins.

Chorus:
Party heifers and grain, under the open sky,
Big Baron’s ruling the meadow, time just ambles by.
‘Til the day he’s steak, he’s living unrestrained,
With his heart wide open, party heifers and grain.

Bridge:
But as twilight descends and the stars start to peek,
Big Baron dreams of a meadow he’ll no longer seek.
For each dawn could be his last feast, his last roam,
In the fields of his youth, in the place he calls home.

Verse 3:
So he savors each moment, each blade of grass sweet,
With the heifers beside him, his life is complete.
Through seasons and sunsets, he’s cherished each part,
Till the day he’s chuck, with joy in his heart.

Chorus:
Party heifers and grain, under the open sky,
Big Baron’s ruling the meadow, time just ambles by.
‘Til the day he’s steak, he’s living unrestrained,
With his heart wide open, party heifers and grain.

Outro:
So let’s raise a cheer for the bull with no fear,
For Big Baron, whose laughter rings far and near.
For though the end comes, his spirit will remain,
In the Holsteen heaven, party heifers and grain.

Party Heifers and Grain
Graze and let the good times roll
Party Heifers and Grain
Making memories for when he’s sirloin

Party Heifers and Grain
Graze and let the good times roll
Party Heifers and Grain
For days ’till he’s grilled with spices.

“Steak your claim,” says the chef with a grin…