THE SONG OF THE COW, a poem by Robert O,Rourke

I need a butt-shine,
Right now
You are holy,
Oh, sacred Cow
I thirst for you,
Provide Milk.
Buff my balls,
Love the Cow,
Good fortune for those that do.
Love me, breathe my feet,
The Cow has risen.

Wax my a**,
Scrub my balls.
The Cow has risen,
Provide Milk.

Oh, Milky wonder, sing for us once more,
Live your life, everlusting joy.
Thurst your hooves up my analytic passage,
Enjoy my fruits

Provider of Cheese and other wonderful dairy products,
We will cleanse your inner intestines.
WE will bathe in you Pungent Odor,
Gather cotton

Count my eyes,
Smell,
Love the Scarecrow ant the milkman
I live only for Eternity
Thirst for the undrinkable.
Hold the heat,
Praise the dough boy at the pizza shop.,
love the oxen dung!