who let cows out
none by the hay
who let cows out
none in the barn
who let cows out
none drinking water
who let cows out
none are mooing
who let cows out
none in the barn yard
who let cows out
what do I see
who let cows out
I see green pasture
who let cows out
I see heads looking at me
who let cows out
I see some exciting bucking
who let cows out
I see a game of chase
who let cows out
I see some loving hugs
who let cows out
what I see is 1,2,3 4 ,5 cows out, but still, who let cows out.
By Kelly Vedder
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Such a lively poem! the rhythm is so smooth and cute that it reads like a children's book. Great Job.❤️
Hahahahahahah this made me laugh. Loved your poem!
😃 my husband
=D I am dying to know who let the cows out at this point!