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hey moo, i saw this and thought of you...:D
Moo Cow Moo
My papa held me up to the Moo Cow Moo
So close I could almost touch,
And I fed him a couple times or so,
And I wasn't a 'fraid-cat much.
But if my papa goes in the house,
And my mamma, she goes too,
I keep still like a lttle mouse
For the Moo Cow Moo might moo.
The Moo Cow's tail is a piece of rope
All raveled out where it grows;
And it's just like feeling a piece of soap
All over the Moo Cow's nose.
And the Moo Cow Moo has lots of fun
Just switching his tail about,
But if he opens his mouth, why, then I run,
For that's where the Moo comes out.
The Moo Cow Moo has deers on his head,
And his eyes stick out of their place,
And the nose of the Moo Cow Moo is spread
All over the Moo Cow's face.
And his feet are nothing but fingernails,
And his mama don't keep them cut,
And he gives folks milk in water pails,
When he don't keep his handles shut.
But if you or I pull on his handles, why
The Moo Cow Moo says it hurts,
But the hired man sits down close by
And squirts, and squirts, and squirts.
-Edmund Vance Cooke
1866-1932
moo, i got this out of a magazine called Reminisce Extra. it's all about life way back when. i hope you like the poem, i put it here cause i can't remeber ever seeing a poem about cows, so there you go..:D
Moo Cow Moo
My papa held me up to the Moo Cow Moo
So close I could almost touch,
And I fed him a couple times or so,
And I wasn't a 'fraid-cat much.
But if my papa goes in the house,
And my mamma, she goes too,
I keep still like a lttle mouse
For the Moo Cow Moo might moo.
The Moo Cow's tail is a piece of rope
All raveled out where it grows;
And it's just like feeling a piece of soap
All over the Moo Cow's nose.
And the Moo Cow Moo has lots of fun
Just switching his tail about,
But if he opens his mouth, why, then I run,
For that's where the Moo comes out.
The Moo Cow Moo has deers on his head,
And his eyes stick out of their place,
And the nose of the Moo Cow Moo is spread
All over the Moo Cow's face.
And his feet are nothing but fingernails,
And his mama don't keep them cut,
And he gives folks milk in water pails,
When he don't keep his handles shut.
But if you or I pull on his handles, why
The Moo Cow Moo says it hurts,
But the hired man sits down close by
And squirts, and squirts, and squirts.
-Edmund Vance Cooke
1866-1932
moo, i got this out of a magazine called Reminisce Extra. it's all about life way back when. i hope you like the poem, i put it here cause i can't remeber ever seeing a poem about cows, so there you go..:D