Winter Cows

The cows in the moo yard are making their plans
 For the long winter nights and the cold winter hands
 Some out in the fields are covered with snow
 The black ones turn white and the white ones don't show
 Big lamps in the sunset, between bovine dreams
 Their icicled udders are waiting for spring
 And up from the road comes the sound of the wheel
 Just an old ice cream wagon, they say "I know how you feel"
 Some dream of India, where their cousins are stars
 But they don't like the crowds, so they stay where they are
 And some dream of Florida, of roaming the beach
 With metal detectors for gold they can reach
 Well, what can you do? It's the ice or the flies
 The temperature slowing, the tails going by
 It's a dairy existence, and I must conclude...
 Cold milk in a bottle still beats frozen foods