Ballad of the Bovine

Did you know about the time
When that one dude made a rhyme
His body was free of grime

They called him Mr. Cow

He was a decent poet
He had a yellow ball (He'd throw it)
Even though you may not know it

They called him Mr. Cow

This is a tale of tragedy and woe
It doesn't have a guy named Moe
Whenever the wind would blow

They called him Mr. Cow

He was born in a pasture of sorts
Not in a forest nor any of the ports
He gathered many good cohorts

Who called him Mr. Cow

Why did they call him Mister?
Well you see he had a sister
She died from a humongous blister

Yes they had called her Ms. Cow

He inherited the name
His title was not earned by game
His downfall was in his cohort's blame
They called him Mr. Cow

One summer night with a gentle breeze
His cohort snuck up on him with quite alot ease
The only thing that stopped him was when he sneezed

He tried to kill Mr. Cow

Mr. Cow had run and fled
for he had almost been murdered in bed
Of the Cow Alliance he'd no longer be head

No longer Mr. Cow

He picked up a new herald
No he did not pick the silly name Gerrald
Do not even try to consider Harold

He now was Ultima Cow

Ultima Cow came upon a village
He was a good cattle, so he did not pillage
He met a man with a collar of frillage

The new life of Ultima Cow

The man's name was Hiker
He accepted him, not as a biker
He knew Ultima was not a mean spiker

He was the Ultima Cow.

Fin.

Written By: Ultima Cow
Edited By: dr henry
Coded By: Rabadzija