How did you know, sweet Melie,
About those cows on my belly?
Was it that clue, "navel grazing"?
An odd but a clairvoyant phrasing.
With wandering ruminant cattle,
all over your tum, it's a battle,
And sometimes I find
That fluff of a kind,
Like cotton
But rather more smelly
Has formed in my belly-
Button.
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