There once was a magical cow
Whose teats gave several flavors:
White and chocolate and buttermilk,
And a 'weekly special' to savour;
And when that magical cow
Raised up her tail, so the story goes,
Instead of the usual unmagical fare,
She dropped a bushel of Oreos!
Copyright (C) 2004, John Bliven Morin,
writing as Blithian
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