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.