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Fat
and docile, big and dumb,
They look so stupid, they aren’t much fun
Cows aren’t fun
They eat
to grow, grow to die,
Die to be eat at the hamburger fry
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Nobody
thunk it, nobody knew,
No one imagined the great cow guru!
Cows are one
He hid
in the forest, read books with great zeal
He loved Che Guevera, a revolutionary veal.
Cow Tse Tung
He spoke
about justice but nobody stirred,
He felt like an outcast, alone in the herd.
Cow dall drums
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He moo'd:
"We must fight, escape or we’ll die"
Cows gathered around because the stakes were so high.
Bad cow pun
But
then he was captured, stuffed into a crate,
Loaded on to a truck where he rode to his fate.
Cows are bummed
He was
a scrawny calf who looked rather woozi,
No one suspected he was packing an Uzi.
Cows with guns
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They
came with a needle to stick in his thigh,
He kicked for the groin, pissed in their eye.
Cow well hung
Knocked over a tractor
and ran for the door,
Six gallons of diesel flowed out on the floor.
Run cows
run
He picked up a bullhorn
and jumped up on the hay
“We are free roving bovines, we run free, today.”
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"We will fight
for bovine freedom and hold our large heads high,
We will run free with the buffalo
Or die."
They crashed
the gate in a great stampede,
Tipped over a milk truck, torched all the feed.
Cows have fun
Sixty
police cars were piled in a heap
Covered in cow pats, covered up deep.
Much cow dung
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Black smoke arising, darkening the
day
Twelve burning McDonalds, “Have it your way”.
We
will fight for bovine freedom and hold our large heads
high,
We will run free with the buffalo
Or die.
The president
said “Enough is enough:
These uppity cattle, its time to get tough”
Cow dung flung
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The
newspapers gloated, folks sighed with relief;
Tomorrow at noon they would all be ground beef.
Cows on buns
The cows
were surrounded, they waited and prayed;
They moo'd their last moos, they chewed their last hay.
Cows outgunned
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