Fenella the Friesian, a miserable cow

Was always embroiled in some sort of row.

At night when the herd were at home in their shed

She'd pick somebody up on something they'd said.

Sarcastic put-downs, rejoinders and quips

Flowed off her tongue and fell from her lips.

She'd maintain this invective until a late hour

Putting all in a moo

And turning their milk sour.