greenCow

The grass is much greener
There were misses cow
Has chosen to chew
Waiting for something to happen

And if you think
The grass is not greener
At the neighbours
You are so wrong

Why don't you come over
To see for yourself
How she is doing
On the isle in the middle of nowhere

She might have company
Sisters, more sisters named clara
You could indulge
In a life

Away from the pink, the red
Writing lines on white moss
Shouting sweet commando's
For the hounds to tremble

Heart affairs need attention
Nora and the Irish man
Know all about it
Warming your hands for a while