Santa Vaca
Santa vaca, holy cow
In udder disbelief
This thread has reached a tipping point
No really, what's your beef?
The cattle never get your tongue
The butcher might get theirs
But grab a bull not by the horns
Last grief come to your heirs
Yes, he might quickly steer you home
A home for you, arrange
By all means, stand your ground, Chuck
‘Cuz heifer thing's at steak
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