The Cow Who Fell

One day, cow fell from a tree-- It bruised her nose and skinned her knee. You're wondering how this thing could be? Someone might know, but don't ask me-- I'm only telling you she fell, And broke her horn and bent her bell. The noise she made when she fell down, Was heard for half a mile around. You never heard a sadder sound, As she sat, crying, on the ground. But the saddest part that I can tell-- She broke her horn and bent he bell. A large, black crow was soon in flight, To spread the news of the poor cow's plight. From north to south, from left to right, Informing everyone in sight, And the only thing that he would tell-- She broke her horn and bent her bell. And when the farmer heard the news, He nearly jumped out of his shoes. He said, "I wish you would tell me How that fool cow got in the tree!" But all the old, black crow would tell-- “She broke her horn and bent her bell.” The farmer hurried off, and found His poor cow lying on the ground, Bawling such a mournful sound, With great teardrops falling down. She cried so hard, she couldn't tell How she broke her horn and bent her bell He wrapped her knee, and, I suppose, To dry her tears, he kissed her nose. He led her home, and all was well, When he glued her horn and fixed her bell. All I can tell you at the end-- She never climbed a tree again.