John Gorka - Winter cows

The ^Dcows in the moo yard are ^Gmaking ^Emtheir ^Aplans For the ^Glong winter ^Emnights and the ^Dcold winter ^Ahands Some ^Dout in the ^Gfields, are ^Emcovered with ^Asnow The ^Gblack ones turn ^Emwhite and the ^Dwhite ones don't ^Ashow

Big ^Dlumps in the ^Gsunset, be^Emtween bovine ^Adreams Their ^Gicicled ^Emudders are ^Dwaiting for ^Aspring And ^Dup from the ^Groad, comes the ^Emsound of the ^Awheel Just an ^Gold ice cream ^Emwagon, they say, &qu^Dot;I know how^A you feel"

^DSome dream of ^GIndia, where their ^Emcousins are ^Astars But they ^Gdon't like the ^Emcrowds, they ^Dstay where they ^Aare And ^Dsome dream of ^GFlorida, of ^Emroaming the ^Abeach With ^Gmetal de^Emtectors for ^Dgold they can ^Areach

Well, ^Dwhat can you ^Gdo? It's the ^Emice or the ^Aflies The ^Gtemperature ^Emslowing, the ^Dtails going ^Aby It's a ^Ddairy ex^Gistence, and ^EmI must con^Aclude Cold ^Gmilk in a ^Embottle still ^Dbeats frozen ^Afood