I once knew a farmer
Who had cows in a barn.
Who were very cranky
And did not give a darn.
They grew tired giving milk
And eating same field hay,
They petitioned the farmer
If they could do this someday.
They wished to form a group
And sing songs they knew well--
Would go back to giving milk
Chewing, again, from field bale.
The wise farmer gave thought,
What did he have to lose?
Allowed the cows to sing
Anytime they so chose.
Now, next time you see cows
Grazing in good weather,
Though you're distant from them,
They're 'Mooing' songs together!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very mooving poem, and fun to read.