A sacred cow she became when the season asked for change.
The moment the cow mooed and shared her milk the mosquitos devoured ,
every ounce they can steal always provoking a mad cow when they should hold
her near and nourish the sacred cow she had transformed into.
The sacred cow is embraced the sacred cow do not disturb her.
Don’t moo like her
Don’t move like her
comfort the sacred cow she will always nourish you without any crown,
the scared cow is peacefully in the village with the grass krill’s.