Imagine if all the cows were dead
no milk, no cheese, no mad disease
and no butter for pasta
what a disaster,
those cows have a gift that goats just can't master
and the fields would be empty
and the farmers would be sad
but the goats would be gloating
oh those goats would be glad
and the goats would rule
and that would be it
R.I.P Cows
goats milks s++t.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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