Their is something about an ox

What is it about an ox?
That makes the heart light
That makes the soul glad
What is it about an ox?

It can’t be his beauty
Nor his grace
Certainly not his bright intellect
Nor his pretty face

It’s not his pride
Nor his personality
And he is not made to ride
or work occasionally

But made for labor, built for work
To, walk along beside his mate
An follow his teamster’s every thought
And do it first rate

Could it be his tilt of head
The plainness of his look
The bond of his yoke fellow
Or the quietness of his pace

The eyes which follow one about
The readiness to work a problem out
The slow and patient way he has
Or the willingness to either work or stand

Could it be the way they watch
When you are near the pen
Or drop their necks and backs
When to the work they bend

No pride in these
But a humble race
Boney builds and
Clumsy gaits

What is it about an ox?
That fills a man with thoughts
And dreams of better ways
And think, what is it about an ox?