Poor Cow

Today is my birthday
Stay outside the hall
Inside sit the butterflies for the butterfly ballAll the boys are graded now
They come in their white socks
Flat tops and somehow they find a place
All the boys are winning now
They play all the tricks with smiles and
A sorry past for poor cowTheir own room and winter trees never touched these girls before
They hear the car stereo and they know what life is for
All the boys are weary now
Listening to the family sing song, family say soMust carve, must carve poor cow
Slice her up, slice her up, slice her up, poor cow
Slice her up, slice her up, slice her up, poor cow
Yup