Twas the night before Christmas...A Horse Vets Christmas Story
One last farm call to make , for a tired old Horse Vet
The horses were snuggled, and tucked in their stalls
Where the only thing moving, were the mice in the walls
Their feed buckets were hung, by the stall doors with care
In the hopes that The Horse Doctor, soon would be there
Out in the paddock, there arose quite a fussin’
The hot wire was on, and someone was cussin’
I ran to the window, and stuck my nose through the curtain
“I think that’s the Doc", looks like he’s limping for certain”
From out in the barn, came the faint scent of Brandy
And he was passing out meds, as if it were candy
Some Bute for your lameness, Dexamethasone for you
Antibiotics for that one, and some Banamine too
As he walked back to his truck, he screamed as if shot
“I reckon he forgot, that the wire was still hot”
I could still hear him fussin’, as he drove down the hill
“Merry Christmas to all, I’ll just send you the bill”
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