Mooed tunes--I just love the dulcet tones,
They harmonize in four parts.
Their detractors call them mooans

Mooed tunes--moost of the time they're in 3/4,
Oh, how I wish there could be moore,
So I could waltz in the sweet corn.

Although I do love them, the cows abhor me,
And with their raging eyes, they scold.
And if I am not careful they will gore me
So I must be sure soon that they are polled.

Mood tunes--the bulls love the dulcet tones
Because there's love in their hearts
Then I hear mootual mooans.

I see that bovine passion is stormy. . .
No foreplay and no hooves to hold.
Their bellowing off-key's too much for me,
And suddenly I swooned; in the hay rolled.

Blue mood--I now fear the dulcet tones
And milk gives me burn of heart,
Although it's good for my bones.