Coo its a cow, taking a chew on you,
There goes your hair, have you some spare?
The look in her eye tells what I spy,
Your hair it is tasty, now let’s be hasty.
Get away from her kiss, for its plain its not bliss…
And all of the slobber, is a big bother.
So goodbye dear sweet cow lets her take a bow….
And I will soon beat, a hasty retreat!
I hope this raises a laugh. My husband only just remembers it, must have been 20 years ago. Cheers, have a good weekend!