‘Twas the night before Bonanza, when all through the barns
Not a kid was stirring, not even a cow.
The stockings were hung by the trailer with care,
In hopes that the judges soon would be there.
The cows were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of feed-filled pans danced in their heads.
When out in the barn, there arose Sullivans’ can clatter.
We sprang from our fitting mats to see what was the matter!
Away to the show ring we flew like a flash
Tore open the show box and ran real real fast!
When, what to our wondering sight should appear,
But a Sullivan Supply trailer and eight fluffy show steers!
We whistled, and shouted and called them by name:
“Now, Powderful! now, Blizard! now, Hocus Pocus and Release!”
“On, Clippers! On, Sprays! On, Professors and Stock Show U!”
To the top of the class! To the top of the show!
Now blow away! Blow away! Blow away, come on, let’s show!
