‘What’s the matter darlin’?’
Mommy cow’s askin’,
It takes him a second or two to say somethin’,
His throat is dried, for he’s gaspin’,

‘I-i-i saw Dadda & others in the truck!’
‘D-r-i-v-e-n by Old Mac’,
‘J-u-s-t like granny months ago, all t-i-e-d with codes on their back’.
‘W-i-l-l Dadda fetch granny & c-o-m-e b-a-c-k?’

Mommy cow sheds a tear, walks away, and never answers,
The feeling deep inside...she might not bear,
Baby cow starts to wonder,
Searchin' the truth that no one dares to share,

On the side of that truck, “Export Quality” are words written,
He vividly remembers them,
But never can he comprehend,
‘til he sees his friend comin’
& beseechingly asks what they mean,

'Mooooo!' His amnesiac friend's in delight,
He recalls what his mum said the other night,
After realizing that his father had gone out of sight,
‘Aha!’ Then he remembers just right,
‘When we’ve ‘come biggies, Old Mac would treat us with a lifetime ride’.
~End~