|They could no longer ignore the cow at the window,
It's face contorted to a humane expression,
While the joyful danced the disco,
It wanted to be a part of this jam session.
Could it break out of its mundane entity;
Chewing grass, passing the formula,
Could it create a legacy?
The dancing cow phenomena!
They stared and stared,
For a group were possibly shook,
Some even scared,
About this closed book...
It blinked once,
Then, thinking them dunce,
Entered the fool's paradise...
The beats dropped,
That even a penny could be heard,
The doorway it blocked,
One muttered: "Oh. My. Word."
It made its way to the hub of the hall
It's butt swaying side to side
"Hit it!" It shouted, but mooed withal,
That's when Bee Gees sounded; Stayin' Alive.
The two front legs, to the rhythm, kicked right,
Whilst the two back kicked left,
There appeared a very bright spotlight,
Now it knew it had to do its best...