There was a cow that made ice cream
She'd stir it with her tongue
Cause she bent the spoon that she tried to employ
Then fed it to her young

Her heifers were a failure
Just wasn't in their genes
The others said they were suntanned
Couldn't make ice cream

Now the only thing that bovine needs
Is a bucket and a churn
And the only time her udders were dry
Was when she got sunburned

(udderly useless break)

Those udders start to filling
She's got only one option
Add cocoa to make it chocolaty
And then stir it with her tongue

Well I remember that sad morning
It bothered that poor cow's brain
So she gave up making ice cream
Can still hear her complain

Yes there was a cow that made ice cream
She'd stir it with her tongue
Well the reason she had gotten so annoyed
She'd frozen all her young