Little cow, little moo where are you going to?

The grass is green, you can graze serene, if you keep your feet on the ground.

Don’t let yourself float away to the moon, or you’ll miss the flowers under your feet that bloom.

Please don’t fly away soon, we need you here to help us grow.

Chew your grass, tell us the things you know.

Little cow, little moo, please don’t go.