The Cow is but a bagpipe

All bag, all bones, all blort.

They bawl me out of bed at dawn

And never give a thought

                                    a thought

They never give a thought.

 

The milk-herd is a factory:

Milk, meat, butter, cheese.

You think these come in rivers? O

The slurry comes in seas

                                    seas

The slurry comes in seas.

 

A cowclap is an honest job,

A black meringue for the flies.

But when the sea of slurry spills

Your shining river dies

                                    dies

Your shining river dies.

 

Say this about cows:

Nothing can stop

From one end the Moo

From t’other the flop

                                    flop

                                    flop

                                    flippety-flop

Floppety-flippety.

 

from the collection ‘What is the truth?’