I’d Like to Moove to India
by William Shakesteer
Oh, I’d like to moove to India where cattle are supreme,
And live in old Calcutta and give sanctified ice cream
I’d like to moove to India where the entire world is mine,
And visit old Bombay where all heifers are divine.
Yes, all the cows in India are worshipped and revered;
When we stampede New Delhi, we’re honored and we’re cheered.
I’d like to moove to India and tour the Taj Mahal,
But I’m wondering if Asia is the place for me at all?
Oh, I’d like to moove to India; become a sacred cow,
Drink from the Ganges River, but maybe not just now…
For they say the snakes in India are pythons large and long,
Who swallow cows as eas’ly as the robin sings his song.
And cattle food in India is very hard to find,
So, as for life in India, well… never mind.