I know you’ve prob’ly asked yourself, what’s Christmas to a cow?
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I know you’ve prob’ly asked yourself, what’s Christmas to a cow?
You’ve not! Well maybe, just perchance I’ve got you thinkin’ now,
When we march out on Christmas morn like nothin’s goin’ on,
Has Yuletide struck the night before and disappeared by dawn?
Were plastic sleeves a’hangin’ up around the calvin’ shed?
Did visions of molasses blocks cavort inside her head?
And did she lay awake all night tensed up anticipating
Or, in excitement, milk her bed by accident, while waiting?