How now brown cow?
How low can you mow?
If the grass won't grow
No green can be seen
Where once green had been.
It's brown.
Big frown.
Head down.
Where will you meet to eat?
Shuffle your feet.
Move around.
Look around.
Still brown
All the way to town.
What now brown cow?
Lose hope?
Sit and mope?
Learn to cope?
Stand by?
Moan and cry
Until you die?
No.
Stay
And obey.
Yield.
Be healed.
Soon there will be
Green fields.
Hold up your chin.
Grin.
Begin again.
How now brown cow?
So much hope
You can't cope.
Peace
That will never cease.
Copyright 2002 Marty Gordon
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