The Scottish Cow

They call you a cow When you walk down the street That doesn't make any sense to me, As I have been to a farm once before And cows there, I have seen. So I would like to know why You are called that name And what does it really mean, As you don't look or act like a cow But maybe there's something, I haven't seen. Your daughters bow their head Whenever they are next to you As though as they are ashamed, Is it their fault for that name your called If not, then who is to be blamed. Women still point at you And the men they still smile Whenever that you walk by I still don't understand the name your called, But maybe one day, I will ask you why. Questions come to my mind About the word your called Every time that you are walking past, Like will they ever stop calling you a cow Or will that name forever last. As you don't moo And you are not fat at all And certainly your not cover up in fur, But your called a cow on a daily bases And to me that seems so absurd. So when your daughters get older Will they also be called cows Just like you their dear old mother Maybe that's why they are bowing their heads They are pretending or wishing they are some other. And the women they still point As the men they still smile and talk Whenever you walk that mile, Then maybe in fact you are what you are And maybe indeed, you are a cow. Randy L. McClave