Cows
Cows, Cows can't you ever get enough of them,
They keep multiplying until they get to ten,
They stink and smell and ring there bell,
But they are really clumsy and fall in a well.


Cows bump into each other,
When they are cross,
But they admire there brother.


Cows charge at other animals getting them away from there homeland,
As much as they try they cry, cry, cry but they give each other a helping hand,
They are always there when they are terrified,
Creeping up and staring into peoples eyes.