Yes, you may.
In fields where golden sunlight spills, The gentle cows roam free, With patient eyes and steady wills, They graze contentedly.
Their coats of black and white or brown, A patchwork on the land, They softly low as sun goes down, A calm and peaceful band.
In meadows green, they form a line, Their bells a tinkling song, With quiet grace and gaze benign, They move the day along.
Oh, humble cows in pastures wide, With nature’s rhythm true, In every step and every stride, The earth sings back to you.
A moose once bit my sister…
I never get tired of this guy.
The city was named after the Buffalo River. The origin of the river’s name is uncertain, but it is most likely named after the animal.
Buffalo wings are named for Buffalo, NY, where they were invented.
It’s obviously a Honey Heist that almost went wrong.
That was ChatGPT. I couldn’t write a limerick.