cow grinds the ground

he had a stash, he had the doe, he had to dash but we knew he wern't going to go,
we were gonna leave - we 'on a roll', he filled us in on a submarine with seeds
the sesame, am your name, declare your luveries, it all depands
we want your needs, gimme your hands, so we can understand

this clash - of symbol produced as an accidental behind a word,
and character, we get the picture    -  he's a, he's a coward
a cow sought after the noughts and pure powders whites,
skim up, he'll be alright...

he had the deeds, of all the lived, we said we see what we could do for he,
he's now laying, upon the grass, he said he'd try the patch of a lass,
that moo'nied toward pitch, he got us in a stitch,
twas halalaughter, we were the joke of he and allover
the green, we had once seen him, the cow of all human
all the green, had turned to brown when he died at the groun'
when he died    to the grouend