The cows moo
In the open grandly display
The dung on the roads
Nobody cares a shit
The cows walk away
They block the traffic
They want to be kings
The vehicles have to stop
The cows moo
Turning around to look
“You think you can knock me?
You must be dreaming!”
The motorists get angry
The horns sound loudly
The cows moo
Walking slowly on its way
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