Holy Cow

A dedication to the product I slogged on, for 3 years of my life:

Here we art,
The good little milkmen,
Not too many of us,
Barely five to ten.

This is our little stable,
And Thee! Our Holy cow!
Strong and much able,
Thanks to hay from the mow.

We milketh Thee all day,
We milketh Thee all night,
Through the Sun and
Through the stars,
And we worship Thee.
Our Holy Cow!!

Glorified art Thou.
Sophisticated Thy Work.
Unto Thee we bow,
And Thee we milk.

Thy Stable ain’t so cosy;
Thy Milk though, so costly!
The customers so many
And we milkmen so few!

Thou hast precious milk
That fills monstrous bowls,
So many of them,
Count till infinity.
We haveth a strategy for success –
To Milketh Thee for eternity.

Thou art a tough one.
And, we giveth our souls
To milk Thy well,
And fill our bowls.

We eat Thy crap.
And lose our sleep
To milk Thy well,
Few dollars, to reap!
Thou art a Holy Cow,
Holy Shit, Thou hast.

We cleaneth it all day,
We cleaneth it all night.
Holy cow, Thou art.
Holy crap, Thou hast.

Thou ain’t a Bull,
Though Thou haveth Bull shit.
Thou art insane
And Thou goes out of Thy memory

Glorified art Thou.
Sophisticated Thy Work.
Unto Thee we bow,
Oh! Dear Holy Cow!!