Pertaining to a stereotyped life,
A cowherd embodies the real, rustic pastoral.
While the shepherd looks like a rural dapper
Fidgeting with a turban, trying to set it upright.
Away from the din of towns and citylights,
I have idealized this so called rural life.
There's no bull,
Hence we do not have to deal with the bullshit which the punks puke all over from those excrement covered contemptible mouths.
"Arcadia" is a frequent visitor here,
Comes to milk our idyllic cows
and goes by.
Marriage and intimacy is open
Tranquil and carefree atmosphere is sold out open in the markets.
A 'perfect' circle weaves a 'perfect' ending to the 'perfect' reproduction cycle at the end of a 'perfect' day
There are no defects and no blemishes.
It's as idyllic as the life in Tahiti
We do not have panties all up in a twist
We only walk with a stick up our asses.
Our idyllic songs are meant to delight an urban audience
Busy watching sitcoms .
Pastoral Artisan Cheese can really give you orgasms,
Much preferred over Mozzarella originating in Southern Italy.
Cattle amounts to some wealth,
Saved for my personal interests.
Greek gods and goddesses indulge in some household affairs
And bind the two souls with utmost care.
I really have to guide those demented and deranged goats
Otherwise they would go and spread their faeces everywhere.
Leaves are used as rags
To cover those tiny holes from popping up,
In front of the stable inhabitants,
Trying to moo
And produce some dairy products.