The cows moo
In the open field
Under the hot sun
Burning hot rays
Looking at the grass
Nothing special for meals
It's the old way
Skinny cows bad memories
The cows moo
Complaining about the horses
Housing in better shades
With stable boys doing the chores
But the cows?
Walk to the field
Mooing along the streets
“It isn't fair to us”
Now in the back door
They plundered the nation's well
Taking what they can get
Leaving crumbs behind
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