Free stall alleys, busy alleys,
wet with winter moisture,
in the barn.
There’s a feeling of coldness.
Children laughing,
cows bellowing,
kicking balls back and forth,
and on every night milking you hear.

Silver headlocks, silver headlocks,
it’s winter time in the freestall.
Clang-clang-bang, hear them bang
it’s getting nasty outside.

Screams of delight,
bellows of fright.
The ball lands in the feed,
as the boys play wild together.
Hear the kids squeal,
back the cows peel.
This is every mom’s dream,
and above all this chaos you’ll hear.

The milker pump, milker pump,
keeping me working and working.
Hum-hum-hum, hear it hum,
working, yes this mom milks cows.

Don the milkman,
is a jolly, happy soul,
with his grande coat and his ear-flap hat,
he’s ready for the cold.
Don the milkman,
is a farmer’s dream come true.
Snow may blow, and we all know,
he’s a milkman through and through.
We are very lucky,
with this milkman that we’ve found.
For he mows lawn and hauls things,
helpful all around.
Oh, Don the milkman,
is the best that there can be.
And, he swings that tanker through tight spots,
far better than you or me.
Don the milkman knew the snow was bad that day.
So, he said, “Let’s run and put on those chains,
now before I slip away.”
Down to the milk plant,
with a full load of Grade A,
unloading here and there all around the state,
saying, “This is how I play.”
He heads it down the streets of town,
right to the farmer’s co-op.
And, he only stops his driving
when he hears a tire go, “Pop!”
For Don the milkman has to hurry on his way,
but he doesn’t cry, saying, “Peter will try,
I’ll be back on the road someway.”
Pumpety, pump, pump,
Pumpety, pump, pump,
Look at Don go.
Pumpety, pump, pump,
Pumpety, pump, pump,
Over the roads of snow.
    Jacqui and her family milk 800 cows and run 1,200 acres of crops in the northeastern corner of Vernon County, Wis. Her children, Ira (11), Dane (9), Henry (4) and Cora (adventurous crawler), help her on the farm while her husband, Keith, works on a grain farm. If she’s not in the barn, she’s probably in the kitchen, trailing after little ones, or sharing her passion of reading with someone. Her life is best described as organized chaos – and if it wasn’t, she’d be bored.