Mary Moo Cow was a cow
A fat cow
Who liked lilies and playing volleyball with her enormous feet
She would never miss a beet
-root. She loved beetroot.
So I killed her
And mary went to market, in my handbag
Where i ate her as a burger
Yumyumyum
I do love Mary
For Mary is my name
Yes
I am Mary
Mary Moo Cow
The End.
I also love raids.
They are serious, but i know how to have fun too.
The End.

Mary Moocow

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