Where do I go now?
Wherever I go its cow, cow, cow.
Where do I go now?
I am a plow,
Where do I even start?
Am I limited to this dao?
This zen this role and part?
I am a plow,
Where am I left to wander,
All I do is look at the brow.
The hill of the fallen squanderer.
I am a plow,
I am subdued,
What can you exactly accomplish,
What to do what to do.
Oh I can't handle those fish.
I am a plow,
I don't know how.
But I love my cows.
And their names are Vivian, Davidson and Connor(:
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