Bernice the brown cow

Her say, as loud as poss

Do not understand

In the field she shouts

Bellowing at all nearby

Shut yer yap, cow chops

The herd are not pleased

Want her to silence her face

Running away planned

Finally she stops

For all of five minutes though

They're plotting her end

One has made a call

On her way to McDonalds

Its an utter burger.

Is it though, is it?

Never upset the cattle

Not round these parts, mate.