Varda Rose
Varda Rose
As everyone knows
is a big red cow
that does not moo, or meow
She loves her food
more than any dude
And eats her hay
twenty-four hours a day
She parades around the show ring
as if she's better than everything
She's grown up to be big and tall
not that she was ever that small
Vard's not dumb, she's really smart
and I love her with all my heart
Her first name is elvish, her second a blossom
Yes, my Varda Rose is truely awesome
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