A midwifes tale.

They need help coming out it seems every time,
Their mamas are distressed and nothings going fine.
I put on my gloves and wade into the fray,
That baby's coming out and it's coming out today.

She keeps humming a song for her baby to hear,
Come out my baby while the weather is clear.
I put on my gloves and wade into the fray,
Come on little baby, it's a lovely day.

She strains and she wanders while the others all graze.
She rolls in the dirt it's just another phase,
I put on my gloves and wade into the fray,
Give a little pull, and baby's on its way;

It's another birth, both are doing fine,
Baby's standing up, it's a very good sign.
She nuzzles close to Mama, looking for a teat,
Her tail drops down, and the bonding's complete.

by Mrs. Smallholder.