there was a little cow her name was daisy may
she had wandered from her field and she began to stray
she had lost direction and had lost her track
and for the little cow there was no way back
the little cow was sad with teardrops in her eye
noticed by a crow who was gently flying by
crow he asked the cow why did she start cry
i have lost my way she said from where i used to be
i will take you back said crow just you follow me
crow he was clever he could sense her smell
where the cow had come from he plainly tell
he led her to the field where she was before
cow she shut the gate and never wandered anymore
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 5:31 PM UTC
there was a little cow her name was daisy may
she had wandered from her field and she began to stray
she had lost direction and had lost her track
and for the little cow there was no way back
the little cow was sad with teardrops in her eye
noticed by a crow who was gently flying by
crow he asked the cow why did she start cry
i have lost my way she said from where i used to be
i will take you back said crow just you follow me
crow he was clever he could sense her smell
where the cow had come from he plainly tell
he led her to the field where she was before
cow she shut the gate and never wandered anymore
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