Knock knock Who are you? Knock nock Moo. What are you doing I can't understand Who are you? What are you man? I am my dreams And so it would seem I think I am glad I think I have had A good deal A great day Being a cow I have to graze The grass is purple And so you will know I am the purple cow You will know where I go
The Purple Cow is please to know that he/she/it has a poem dedicated to him/her/it. The Purple Cow would like to encourage people to write more about him/her/it. Anyways, the Purple Cow needs to go grazing in the purple fields off Willy Wonka's underground land for some nutrients so that he/she/it can save the world and produce better and finer lavender milk to squirt around. Moo.