Dear Amos,
I will sing your praises till the cows come home
Till the curd overflows into their megaphones
I will clog and churn in these hallowed wooden kicks
I will fire my seeds but not my buttery sticks

Till the cows, till the cows, till the cows come home
Till the billy goats and Fort Knox notes are free to roam
Till the cows, till the cows, till the cows come home
I will sing, I will sing, you will not stand alone

I will sing your praises when the starship lands
With my sisters lost in Taos harmonizing with the land
Offering her megahertz to Tauraud raging bulls
The A's and O's from all us chanting fools

Till the cows, till the cows, till the cows come home
Till the billy goats and Fort Knox notes are free to roam
Till the cows, till the cows, till the cows come home
I will sing, I will sing, you will not stand alone

By Darren Williams