Cows Eating Grass

Lovely is the life in which
All judgement passes by
It's also comforting to know
That you were born to die
For all your sloth and gluttony
Gets met with thanks and praise
It's good to know your life is set
When your only job's to graze

The melody of bells and cries
From their deep vocal chords
Paints their daily scenes complete
And keeps beauty ensured
The way they're doomed and blessed is magic
O, how their mere presence can swoon
Every soul, be it bitter or joyous
They spark wonder by saying, "Moo!"