A lamb, three dogs, a cat or two, some rabbits, roosters 'n hens.
I love to play in the leaves and the sand, not a worry nor care in my head.
When down goes the sun, and it's dark all around,
I'm so sad that it's now time for bed.
My name is Maggie, and I am a kid, and a kid I shall always stay.
I'm carefree and happy, my dog-friend beside me:
I like his food better than hay.
When visitors come, it's time for a swim, time for some splashing and play.
I, Maggie the kid, am right there behind them, happy, and frisky, and gay.
Screeching and screaming, they head for the raft.
Out of the reach of my hoof they all scurry.
All I want is to join in the fun, but they all swim away in a hurry.
My name is Maggie, and I am a kid, and a kid I shall always stay.
I'm carefree and happy, big Skipper to guide me:
I like dog biscuits better than hay.
When a picnic is called, my heart's all aflutter: Fire, friends, and fine food.
First comes a swim and a race to the raft, getting everyone in the right mood.
A neighbour once said: "Goats hate to swim." Don't ask me; I wouldn't know!
All I know is, when I emerge from the lake I feel frisky, alive, and aglow!
My name is Maggie, and I am a kid, and a kid I shall always stay.
I'm carefree and happy, my friends all beside me:
I like hot dogs better than hay.
To a picnic one time those neighbours came, sceptical that I really swam.
Marshmallows they bro't to add to the fare. I eyed them, and to the lake ran.
After a quick swim, to the table I hurried, shaking water all over the place.
The 'mallows I grabbed from li'l Gran's hand. That began one merry chase.
My name is Maggie, and I am a kid, and a kid I shall always stay.
I'm carefree and happy. I proved I could swim,
and like marshmallows better than hay.
Granny, so furious, a big stick did grab, and after the goodies she tore.
"Come back you thief. I'll roast you," she said.
Just ahead, I skipped down the shore.
I had the advantage--an old lady was she. I teased her as much as I could.
Back to the picnic I frisked with great ease:
empty bag, full tummy, I stood.
My name is Maggie, and I am a kid, and a kid I shall always stay.
I'm carefree and happy, little Granny beside me:
I like people-food better than hay.
Now I heard someone say--I hope it's not true-- "Maggie's no longer a kid.
It soon will be time to find her a mate." I was horrified! So I ran and hid.
To my Skipper I went. He's my "mama," you see.
But how can a dog help, pray tell?
So into the car they did force me to go. To a "Billy" they drove me, pell-mell.
My name is Maggie, and I am a kid, and a kid I shall always stay.
I'm carefree and happy, my "dog-mom" beside me:
I like dog food better than hay.
But what to my horror, they opened the door, and said,
"Maggie, come meet your man.
I shook and I shivered as I looked at the Billy, and back to my Skipper I ran.
"No, Maggie, come quickly; this is your new home.
In five months two kids you might have."
"Who's kidding!" I said. "Not me! You will see.
I'm no goat. I'm a dog, I might add."
My name is Maggie, and I am a kid, and a kid I will always stay.
I'm carefree and happy. And I am not kidding!
I like anything better than hay.
© Helen Dowd
A true story of our adventures in the '60's
See also: No Kidding!