| 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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