The combination of a mental vacation while milking cows, some good ol’ Classic COW97 blaring on the radio, and the first 80-degree day are to be credited (or blamed perhaps) for this parody. I can remember hearing John Anderson’s song ‘Swingin’’ on the radio in the kitchen when I was young, and mom rocking along to the catchy beat. As I was milking the fresh heifers last night, I was bopping along to the tunes and thinking about Cora and all the things she does in the barn.
    Cora is a mini version of me. The words coming out of my mouth get played on repeat all day long when she is near. She has graduated from being on my hip constantly when we bring my hospital cows in to milk, to getting to walk and take her own (shortened) cattle cane. As soon as we step in the barn, she retrieves her cane from the gate and clutches in her hands. She walks along and taps their rumps, her little voice telling them, ‘Get up cow!’ Then as we step up by my old lady cow to give her a nudge, I talk sweetly, ‘C’mon old lady, time to go.’ My parrot repeats, verbatim, in the exact same tone of voice. The cows respond well to their pint-size boss telling them where to go and how to get there. I’ve only had one cow that wasn’t quite so fond of Cora’s assumed authority, and she had a quick tap to the nose to keep her in check.
    I’m in awe of the ability her brain has to absorb new things. If she hears me say that I need milk for the calves, she’s trucking to the shelf to get the pitcher and positions herself by the spout on the bulk tank ready for action. If the calves need water outside, I give her the end of the hose and out she goes to fill barrels. Sometimes the enjoyment of having water at her disposal is irresistible and if I’m not watching, Cora will have all of the grain pails filled to the brim. She’s a delight to all in the barn. How can you not grin when you hear a little voice growling commands at the cows so much bigger than her?
    I hope this parody leaves you with a chuckle and a grin. Feel free to be your own back-up singers as you read it.

There’s a little girl, on our farm each day
Her age is only two years and she’s really quite busy
She has to go and see cows, so I tote her on my hip
We walked over to the barn, and pray that I don’t trip

Her brother is on the calf hutch, searchin’ for some deer
Her uncle is in parlor getting’ everything in gear
Her cousin is on the calf pad rollin’ up a garden hose
I am in the barn with Cora feelin’ love down to my toes

And we are farmin’ (farming)
Yes we are farmin’ (farming)
Little Cora she’s as spunky as a newborn lamb in spring
Just watch out for her cane as she really packs a swing
Just a farmin’ (farming)

Now Cora she’s a sweet one, she’s the apple of my eye
When I’m in the barn with her, it makes me always sigh
Now Cora is my mini and she has been wild this spring
Just watch out for her cane as she really packs a swing

And we are farmin’ (farming)
Yes we are farmin’ (farming)
Little Cora she’s as spunky as a newborn lamb in spring
Just watch out for her cane as she really packs a swing
Just a farmin’ (farming)
Just a farmin’ (farming)
    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 (12), Dane (10), Henry (5) and Cora (toddler), 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.