You always sing to me when no one else wants to
Carrying your tune like others could not
Simplistic with only one word of 'moo'
You work so well putting in all that thought

Don't let them stuff you up in the corrals
You were meant to frolic freely on hills
Hang around with all your little calf pals
Bathe in the green rivers like you had gills

Your exhaustion brings about your bedtime
Close your mouth so no one can hear you snore
Up to a cloudy dream land you will climb
But watch those monsters, cos they just might roar

Those unwavering stares, and slow chewing
Make up the cow that is loves cud-spewing
Don't let them coup you up in the corrals

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Phaestian, in the year 279 AF.