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If cows had wings and flew around,
Oh what a sight that'd be;
I bet each time they left the ground,
We'd pray they wouldn't pee.

No fence could hold a cow with wings,
It'd be of little use;
They'd be off free with fly'n things,
In formation... like a goose.

And what about come time to milk,
I'm afraid how that might be;
Instead of boots we'd strap-on stilts,
Since Bossy's up in a tree.

If cows had wings but still ate grass,
Find'n food would not be hard;
'Cause after fly'n... 'round first class,
They could land in the neighbor's yard!

There's just one thing I'm frightful of,
The fall-out from be'n fed;
We'd have to always look above,
And never stray-far from the shed.