Oh Buffalo

Oh Buffalo, Oh Buffalo where can you be
Is that really you staring back at me?
With your beady eyes, and your nostrils a flare
It gives me the creeps when you give me the stare

I try to see you grazing in the grass
But I can’t see to much cause of your ass
You look so peaceful and so sweet
If you only knew we wanted you for your meat

Your horns look like they would hurt
If you rammed them into a boy named Burt
I can’t believe that people drink your milk
But I guess they do even the ones who wear a kilt

Oh Buffalo, Oh Buffalo where can you be
Is that really you staring back at me?
With your beady eyes, and your nostrils a flare
It gives me the creeps when you give me the stare

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