My papa held me up to the Moo Cow Moo <br />So close I could almost touch, <br />And I fed him a couple of times or so, <br />And I wasn't a fraidy-cat, much. <br /> <br />But if my papa goes in the house, <br />And my mamma she goes in too, <br />I keep still like a little mouse <br />For the Moo Cow Moo might Moo. <br /> <br />The Moo Cow's tail is a piece of rope <br />All ravelled out where it grows; <br />And it's just like feeling a piece of soap <br />All over the Moo Cow's nose. <br /> <br />And the Moo Cow Moo has lots of fun <br />Just switching his tail about, <br />But if he opens his mouth, why then I run, <br />For that's where the Moo comes out. <br /> <br />The Moo Cow Moo has deers on his head, <br />And his eyes stick out of their place, <br />And the nose of the Moo Cow Moo is spread <br />All over the Moo Cow's face. <br /> <br />And his feet are nothing but fingernails, <br />And his mamma don't keep them cut, <br />And he gives folks milk in water pails, <br />When he don't keep his handles shut. <br /> <br />But if you or I pull his handles, why <br />The Moo Cow Moo says it hurts, <br />But the hired man sits down close by <br />And squirts, and squirts, and squirts.<br /><br />Edmund Vance Cooke<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/moo-cow-moo/
