This is an Ode to Bovine Bessie
A Cow for sure, she a'int no Nessie
That skulks around in lochs and lakes
She's the real deal (though you can buy squeezie fakes!)
So why do I sing the praises
of one who chews the cud and grazes
on grass so green it looks like paint?
... Well she is a regular bovine saint
But what is more remarkable still
is this cow can't even hold a quill!
Yet she writes like a regular laureat poet
so as I rhyme, now you know it!
So I scribble words about this amazing bovine
who's words ascend us up to the level of cloud 9
Bovine Bessie is the best
A cow and a half above the rest!
