My cow's a Heifer,
I hold her tight.
Milks me, my darling;
She's mine each night.
Few sorrows have I to mate
With cow, my Heifer;
We start to date.

When I first heard "Moo,"
It was in September.
I'd started Spanish. . .
Tried to remember
How to say "bovine";
The class didn't go fine.
What did I hear?
Sound like a clear horn blast.

I now remember:
Of course, that's right!
Kicked me, that startling
Sound, out of sight.
"Bovino". . .just alternate
Two sounds. I clamber
Right past the gate.

We share a pillow
Of hay that is new-mown.
She's now my true love
There is a moo-moan
From the barn nightly,
Though she doesn't moove sprightly,
But in the pen
We'll milk again. Au lait!

My cow is never
Alone at night.
Milks me, kine darling,
And it ain't lite.
Few sorrows have I. My mate
Can prow my lever
To navigate.
For cow I'm leche[r]--
Now, let's lactate!