I heard a yell from down under
Sydney
Awoke me from my wonderous
Snooze
Had some breakfast devilled
Kidney
Put on a tune, Furry sings the
Blues
Then rang my friend who lives in
Lydney
An English place, none other could I
Choose
It was either that or once again
Sydney
So lets about turn try to change
Tack
And talk about your withered
Plant
Or the loving cow that you sent
Back
She gave you milk now she is
Distant
It's an udder disgrace oh no the
Sack
Lets change again, a slightly different
Slant
Cows are different, guess it kind of
Shows
Unlike us Cows don't have feet they all
Lactose
Hold on though, don't go no no just
Wait
Meant no offense to cows so don't you be
Morose
I love them, oh yes I do because they all
Lactate
You don't stop laughing when you grow old; you grow old when you stop laughing.
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