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O! You lilly of the sun,
You songbirding washboard of the valley.
Heaven's little Cupid, Zeus's little she-devil.
You utter is like a bowl of Santa Claus, a bowl of magic.
Your feces sprinkle the good earth.
It is good soil. Good for Mother Nature.
Your milk, ah, your milk
From which my cheese hath come,
That, yes that, is why I praise you,
You fairy of the sky.
If only, if only, you could speak to me now -
What would you say? Would you say
"This is my all"
And with that, your all,
Your cheese I do eat.
Your milk I do drink.
You, I do love.
Love. Cow.
Forever,
Cheese.
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