When I was just a little calf
I asked my moother: "What will I be?"
Will I be hungry? Will I be starved?
This is what she said to me
Hey cowie, cowie
Whatever will be, will be
Can also eat from the sea
Surely won't mati!
Moohahaha! Thought up this little song while waiting for a bus on one tired evening. Amoozing when and where inspiration strikes.