what is this moo you speak of
could it be
upon field and grass
beauty of greenery
in summer's wain alas
what is this woof you speak of
could it be
upon the catch of a ball
wide eyed a wag
from a masterly call
what is this oink you speak of
could it be
upon the slop in one's trough
a roll in some mud
then off for a scoff
what is this meow you speak of
could it be
upon tuna for tea
a curl by the fire
and a brush on her knee
what are these sounds you speak of
could it be
you're all laughing and joking
look at the humans
and the mess they are making
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