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I once had a cow,

her name was Bessy Mae.

She liked to eat grains,

but even more she liked to eat hay.

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Bessy Mae was a nice cow,

she ate dinner with me.

She even ate at the table,

but the food I ate, she couldn't see.

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I didn't eat beef,

for fear she would know,

that it was her brother,

Big John Joe.

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One night I messed up,

beef I had on my plate.

So I ran outside,

to open Bessy's gate.

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When I came back inside,

what a shock I had found.

The beef wasn't on my plate,

nor was it on the ground.

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I searched all over,

for my slab of meat.

But I guess Bessy ate it,

and thought it was a treat.

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Although she is a cow,

I feed her beef everyday.

But she still loves her grains,

and she still loves her hay.



~*~ Jill ~*~