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Parked on the side of this dusty old road
lost and looking for directions I was
when all of a sudden along they trod
10 black ‘n’ white cows now frozen in pause
Is it colour they see or black and some white?
I then pondered on what they were thinking?
their expressions were blank – an unnerving sight
As they stood staring, chewing and belching
Then without warning, he moo’d his intentions
“You look a bit lost can I help you there mate?
I can drive shotgun and moo you instructions
and serve you unpasteurised lactate”
How funny it would be if one of those cows
did call me over to come and chew the fat
I’d bring my map and instruct don’t graze but browse
For I’ll need 11 heads to get back on the right track?
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