| 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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