Ya couple o’ horns whe half a dozen hair,
Wha ya have boon rainbow madness,
An ya fill me whe gladness,
When ya torn around,
Even though ya bound to come back,
A look behind me and saw ye runnin fast,
That’s the madness past,
Then a heard a terrifying deep moo,
Over in the highland fields,
In a field was a cou whe a cut from a rock,
And a herd o more cous,
A thought to me self how did so many cous come.
