The sky is gold |
On the farm, and farmer's hands are cold |
When you're standing in your stall |
Dairy barn, in the morn' |
This milk is musical |
These milking bucket rhymes |
And every udder squirts, in time |
In time cows will face the dawn |
Now it's time to sing along |
We can make a milking song (cold dawn, cold dawn) |
Place each note where it belongs (cold dawn) |
We can masticate our cuds |
Ruminate, yummy straw |
'Cause, every udder squirts |
Here comes the milking man |
Every udder squirts |
Those frozen hands, oh no |
Those frozen hands |
Can you please go warm them up |
Oh, oh, oh, not warm enough |
If you warm them up, then you will |
Bring cheer to milking song |
We can masticate our cuds, ruminate, yummy straw |
Yeah, every udder squirts, in time |
Milking bucket rhymes |
Every udder squirts, in time |
And every udder squirts, in time |
It's a cold dawn, cold dawn, cold dawn, cold dawn |
Cold dawn, cold dawn, cold dawn, cold dawn |
Every udder squirts |
Saturday, December 19, 2015
M.I.L.K.
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