There once was a cow from Hungary.
Oh, the hay that she ate, she was hungry!
Yet the milk she produced
Could have fed forty moose,
And clothed the whole village with new dungarees.
There once was a cow from Romania
With a polka-dot hide that was zania.
She glowed in the dark,
Her milk beyond mark,
The joys of nuclear fallout stainia.
There once was a cow from Slovakia
Who wore many tie-dyed sockias.
She changed them a lot
The colors she sought!
To her farmer’s constant shockia.
There once was a cow from south Poland
That one day appeared to be stolen.
She was not in the field
Though the fences were sealed.
Then the farmer found the sink-hole she’d fallen in.
Then there is former Yugoslavia
Where cows are recruited by the Mob-ia.
With their big bovine eyes
And inability to tell lies,
They’re better informants than tilapia.