I approached the cow
On ones summers morn,
It lay there resting,
Nestled amongst the corn.
As I looked on
A sight I did see,
The letter zed rose
Like a bent bumble-bee.
It rose from the cow,
Her mouth open in a snore,
I had to wonder, zed,
Whatever for?!
As I looked on, more rose
In a continual line,
Their edges sharpened to a point,
Their lengths, quite fine.
I rapped on the cow,
As a big, black-spotted door,
And I said, “Why zed?
Whatever for?”
And thankfully, the cow,
She got the gist,
“You woke me for such,
a triviality as this?”
I nodded my head,
I was quite perplexed,
She said, “You would really want me,
Hassled and vexed?”
Another nod I gave,
I did so want to know,
The cow said, “If I tell you,
Will you then make haste to go?”
I nodded, the cow,
She did too,
And she said,
“Here is the answer,
I shall give to you.”
“Zed is the end,
of the letters, they say,
and so zed is what is given,
at the end of the day.”
I stood there perplexed,
The cow, she snored once more,
And I cried, “Why zed,
Whatever for?!”
Hahahahaha...weird...
