Once I had a pretty cow
Who was tall and liked to show
It acted old
Could not be told
Until it reached it’s teen-hood
It walked looking at heaven
Always counting to seven
When he met the old
It will then be bold
And walk with its shoulders singing
One day it took a swinging
And never heeded listening
It looked right up
Saw not its front
And jammed into standing a pole
Bang, bang,
Bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
It crushed so hard, it couldn’t cry
And its nose became a mountain.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014.
Mum Cee 