THE MOO COW MOO

The Moo-Cow Moo

My Papa held me up to the Moo-Cow Moo So close I could almost touch. And I fed him a couple o' times or two, And I wasn't a "Fraidy-Cat"____much.

But__when my Papa, he goes into the house, And my Mamma, she goes in too. I just keep still - like a little mouse, 'Cause the Moo-Cow Moo might moo!

The Moo-Cow Moo has a tale__like a rope! And its raveled down where it grows! And it's just like feeling a piece of soap, All over that Moo-Cow's nose!

And the Moo-Cow Moo has the mostest fun, Jus' swingin' his tale about But he opens his mouth___and then I run, 'Cause that's where the "MOO" comes out!

And the Moo-Cow Moo has chairs on his head, And his eyes stick out of their place. And the nose of the Moo-Cow Moo is Spreaded all over the Moo-Cow's face!

And his feet ain't nothin' but fingernails. And his Mamma__don't keep 'em cut. And he gives folks milk in water pails, If he don't keep his handles shut.

And the Moo-Cow Moo has the mostest fun Jus' swingin' his tale about. But__he opens his mouth___and then I run, 'Cause that's where the "MOO" comes out!

NOTE: My mother read this poem to me when I was a little boy. I also read it to my boys, Rick & Ryan, when they were little. I have never seen a child yet that didn't like it.