Steer Clear
They say they’ll part until the time,
When the cows come back home.
And I have to wonder that if they could talk,
What they’d say of the places they’ve roamed.
And I can only imagine what would be said,
Of the passerby who see them out and about.
As the parade of bovines walks on by,
Sniffing the people with their snouts.
Oh and I hope they’re careful,
Of the bulls and the steers.
Especially the china shops,
I hope of them they stay clear.