Ballad of the Bovine

A silly wee poem I wrote after my move to Scotland in '99. It's not very good but I don't care. It was a bit of fun.

Chewing their chud 

chewing their fallow 

oh blessed spotted cow 

you I shall follow 

Magnifico spots of 

bright black and white 

oh blessed spotted cow 

you're easily seen at night 

lowing close to earth 

mooing up at the full moon 

oh blessed spotted cow 

why sing such a mournful tune 

Mooing in such fine response 

they tell me all 

oh blessed spotted cow 

is it to be the wrecking ball 

'Mooo, Mooo' I can hear the sadness 

from their little mooey pouts 

oh blessed spotted cow 

There's a market sale on spotted Snouts! 

Run, run into the highlands 

into the many tree 

oh blessed spotted cow 

You're Scottish and you shall be 

-free

--william paris