My name is cow
And in the day
Tu wish him well
Wen he go play
With tender hart
And gentle tung
I bid farewell
I lik my son
Tag: i lik the bred
Cow catching snowflakes. [full video]
my name is Cow,
and wen its cold
and gone is grass
in which i roled,
i do not mope
til new grass grow –i raiyse my hed.
i lik the snow.
I cannot get this poem out of my head. It haunts me. Joyously, it haunts me.
in another thread, this user writes:
my name is Dog,
and wen its tea,
i hope they giv
sum foode to me –
i hope they shair
befor its gon –
they never do.
i dont get non.😦
and then replies to their own comment:
my name is Cow,
and this is tru –
my caynine frend,
its up to yu.
so just be brayve
and smart insted –
and be like me.
i lik the bred.
