Coo its a cow, taking a chew on you,

There goes your hair, have you some spare?

The look in her eye tells what I spy,

Your hair it is tasty, now let’s be hasty.

Get away from her kiss, for its plain its not bliss…

And all of the slobber, is a big bother.

So goodbye dear sweet cow lets her take a bow….

And I will soon beat, a hasty retreat!

I hope this raises a laugh. My husband only just remembers it, must have been 20 years ago. Cheers, have a good weekend!