Agent 6373
Ear, Ave u herd of a cow
she goes by the name of 6373,
an itch between her toe,
she has horns the size of a pitch fork
her udders are ready to go...
Wait one minute
so you can see
I' ll fetch the Lantern for Mrs O Leary...
You dashed about the factory
looking for the oil
kicked a Lantern over
Chicargo burned to the soil....
You blamed it on the cow 6373
an itch between her toe
horns the size of a pitch fork
her udders ready to go .....
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