© 1996 by Elaine C. Stevens, all rights reserved
One day The Stranger from Idaho came
And we knew nothing would be the same.
He had blue eyes and an eerie stare -
His lights were on, somebody was there.
He watched us daily as we worked
To make sure our duties we didn't shirk -
He was more than willing to do his share
But he was our guest, and it wasn't fair.
After he'd been with us for a while
He began to help, and all the time
We could see a big smile on his friendly face
And could tell he was really liking our place.
We soon began to depend on our friend
From the time dawn broke until the day's end
He was right there beside us, helping us out
Never complaining, never a pout.
He walked around with authority
Telling the stock just how things would be.
They heard every word, and understood, too
"Whatever you want," they said, "we'll do."
He didn't ask much in the way of pay,
Just something to eat and a bed in the hay.
Days off to him were of no concern
He lived to work, and had time to burn.
And so The Stranger moved right on in,
He manages our farm from the cows to the hens.
Acts just like he owns the place,
Keeps everything going at just the right pace.
The Stranger is now our right hand man -
Still works his heart out with no demands.
Try to replace him?? We wouldn't dare.
You guessed it - The Stranger is our Blue Bear.
