Theres Something About Shirley
Short sighted Shirley, a young farmhand girlie
Life as a milkmaid meant getting up early
But it’s not the tiredness making her surly
Her hair has turned slimy: it’s normally curly
She talks to the cows like she’s Doctor Doolittle
Her hair, now it’s dry, is still sticky but brittle
She told the next cow that the last had one udder
But that cow exclaimed… that last cow was my brother!
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