A cow gets some help to find her way.
One day a cow made up her mind
to leave the field intent to find
a carnival so she could be
a part of bovine history.
She thought, once there, she’d have it made
in festival or masquerade.
(The thought of masquerade occurred;
it was a practice, so she heard.)
But when she went to jump the fence,
she found out she was very tense
and fear was ringing like a bell,
with apples on the ground as well.
Just then a skinny lad came by
and urged her to give it a try.
“Don’t hound me!” said the cow that day,
“I have to do it my own way.”
The lad explained some music might
deliver her from all her fright.
He held his instrument and smirked;
“With this,” he said, “It just may work!”
Forever grateful was the cow
that she discovered him, somehow.
He played a banjo by the fence—
and that was her deliverance.