Twas in the Shire of Calabar that Stanley Pitt was born.
His mother‘s name was Stella and his father‘s name was Sean
Stanley was a bright young lad as far as they could tell
but when it came to milking cows now this is where he fell…
He’d grasp the teat and pull on it until the cow turned blue.
He’d even lie beneath the thing to get a better view
He tried so hard but every day he couldn’t comprehend
why every time he touched the beast the milk just seemed to end!
One day Stanley got a “spark”, a really beaut idea!
He got in the pub while he was sipping on a beer.
He built himself a new machine that ****** them jerseys dry!
Changed the whole towns’ fortunes in the winking of an eye.
So if you’re ever losing hope, think of our Stanley!
For every dog can have it’s day…. And a taste of VICTORY!
Feb 9
Feb 9, 2026 at 8:59 AM UTC
Twas in the Shire of Calabar that Stanley Pitt was born.
His mother‘s name was Stella and his father‘s name was Sean
Stanley was a bright young lad as far as they could tell
but when it came to milking cows now this is where he fell…
He’d grasp the teat and pull on it until the cow turned blue.
He’d even lie beneath the thing to get a better view
He tried so hard but every day he couldn’t comprehend
why every time he touched the beast the milk just seemed to end!
One day Stanley got a “spark”, a really beaut idea!
He got in the pub while he was sipping on a beer.
He built himself a new machine that ****** them jerseys dry!
Changed the whole towns’ fortunes in the winking of an eye.
So if you’re ever losing hope, think of our Stanley!
For every dog can have it’s day…. And a taste of VICTORY!
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