Cows

(For M)

Rain will fall or it won’t.
Is what my mother used to say.
It makes the grass a little juicy,
But some of us prefer the hay.

The winter barns are getting ready,
To keep us cows inside and dry.
That leaking roof still kind of drains me,
But still provides a waterslide.

Last week was quite the scandal,
When Bertha kissed with gentle Ralph.
But I guess the farmer will be happy,
Comes a springtime, one more calf.

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