You were grassin' in new-mown hay,
Flashed those bovine eyes my way
And, mooo, I wanted milk forever poured.
You were standin' on the ground
And as I slowly loped around
And sized you up, your beauty I adored.

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I said, bellow, dairy moo,
Stole my heart,
Beef dairy moo, I'm so in love with you.
Then flew, dairy moo,
Coopid's love dart,
Which, bellow, dairy moo,
Struck my heart.

I saw your udders, heard your voice,
That mooing noise caused me to hoist;
Wild horses no longer my choice today.
I now can see why Hindus might
Call you "sacred"; you're such delight.
I think it's time for us to hit the hay.

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