The cows booing
On the field hot in the day
The colors on their skins
The painted masks to hide away
The woman cowboy
She rides in a her new toy
Watching by the fence
The cows booing
She brings out her rifle
She takes aim at the cows
“You think I like that!
You must be crazy!”
She fires her bullet
A quick nippy fingers
The cows stop booing
They turn around to stare
Within seconds they charge
“You think we are afraid of you?
You trick us to come here to this awful field
Where are the greens you promise us?”
The cow woman runs
Into her new toy she disappears
The cows booing at the shadow
“You will meet an accident I tell you!”
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