I met a girl named Sarah
Her hair was tied in bows
She had a rather fearful look
And rings right through her nose
She sat alone and wondered
As she couldn't quite make out
Why her hair was tied in bows
And had rings in her snout
Quite soon the moment dawned on her
It wasn't of her doing
Some farmer had surprised her
As she stood aimlessly moo-ing
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