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The hills are alive with cows
Mooing and moving all day and all night
Playing king of the castle
And being bitchy to one another
So many women in a field, chained by one leg
Giving up their udders every day
To make the finest cheese

Are you happy, Dalmation Cow, different from all the rest?
Are you teased, for the inverted pattern on your back?
Is it the cow-Apartheid out there? You always seem so alone

But I bet your solitude and suffering
Make the sweetest milk.