Burgers
How now brown cow I won't eat you This I vow I'll eat the white one Here and now Turn into bugers You white cow You didn't do it That's a shame I'll have to kill you And take the blame Plus I'll grind you up You won't be happy When all of you is burger patties It's really sad that you have died But you taste much better fried Raw you taste like hair and poop But fried you go in burger soup Burger soup is good to ear Yummy and filled with burger meat So bye cow for you're a tasty treat
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