(1)
Mother nature take a bow
Plants, man and beasts
From the youngest calf
To the clouds that loom
And the fields covered in crap
I sing my song and I toot my horn
(2)
As the music leaves my horn
Lilies in the field must bow
And the farmers spread the crap
A lowing is heard from a baby calf
The farmer’s wife sits at her loom
And the weather rains down on the beast
(3)
It’s blowing and snowing, on all the beasts
Whether bare-headed or wearing horns
To protect their eyes their heads must bow
They want to get out of this crap
Safe in the barn is that baby calf
While outside thunderheads loom
(4)
In a world where danger does loom
A mother cow moves close to her little calf
It’s the warmth and the food of the she-beast
And protection from the sounding horn
To reassure him her head she bows
And the weather outside is crap
(5)
Manure on the field and dangerous crap
Out on the plains the coyotes loom
The mother cow readies her horns
Her feet are steady and her head in a bow
Undaunted, she is a very brave beast
Nothing will harm her newborn calf
(6)
With an innate wisdom unusual in a calf
Who has already seen his share of crap
Knowing outside this barn dangers loom
He sidles and leans on his mother the beast
While she’s careful not to catch her horns
He leans in to suckle, his head bows
(7)
In the barn with the bowing beast
Protecting calf from what looms
The world is crap and blowing horns
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