Nelore Valente

On the farm where I was born
Grandpa was a cattleman
As a kid, I learned
To handle the dairy cattle
One morning bright and early
What a panic it was
There was a sick calf
And the farmer's orders
"Kill that animal right away
And disinfect the pen
If this disease spreads
It could contaminate
My whole herd"

I noticed my grandpa
Looked really down
Having to put down
The newborn animal
In the tears in his eyes
I understood his plea
I took the little guy in my arms
And snuck him home
With herbs and remedies
His case was resolved
With love, I cared for him
And the milk the boss gave
We shared it together

When the farmer found out
He called my grandpa
Said: "You were stubborn
Not killing that calf
You’ll leave my farm
First thing tomorrow morning"
That hit grandpa hard
Like a thorn in his side
But there’s always someone in the world
Who shows us some love
And without much sacrifice
Grandpa found a job
Over at a nearby place

In no time, the calf
Had grown into a strong bull
Handsome, sturdy, well-trained
Gentle and very smart
He pulled cars out of the mud
By the handful
That’s why in the area
He became quite famous
Until one evening
A desperate man
Cried out for help
His car had gone off the hill
His son was trapped

The bull managed to pull
The car from the ravine
The boy was alive
His father sobbed
"Whatever the cost
I’m buying that bull"
I said: "He’s priceless
Let me explain why
Grandpa’s kindness
Came to save your son
This brave Nelore
Is the sick little calf
You ordered to be killed"