cows

In the center of the big city
Where the blades of grass don't grow
Once upon a time there was a poet, a wizard of words
An inspired rhymer
He rhymed at random
I'm just exhausted
And to the village to recover
Where cows graze grass
I was sent to rest

Thirty-three cows
Thirty-three cows
Thirty-three cows
Fresh line
Thirty-three cows
A new poem was born
Like a glass of steaming milk
Thirty-three cows
A new poem was born
Like a glass of steaming milk

He got up at five in the morning
It wasn't easy
He read poetry to the cows
They gave milk
Day after day, the summer passed
Our poet grew very tall
After all, a dairy diet
Is beneficial for poets
If they are only six years old

Thirty-three cows
Thirty-three cows
Thirty-three cows