On the top of Wanton Hill,

Surrounded by the herd,

Stood Molly Moo the calf,

Appearing quite absurd.

She had brambles on her head,

And burrs on her tail,

And if not mistaken,

She was looking rather pale.

Molly sought her mother,

To get her help, attention,

Mother looked and laughed,

At poor Molly’s situation.

She removed the burrs slowly,

Causing little pain,

Then removed the brambles,

Molly Moo free once again.