Ode To the Purple

I never saw a purple cow,

I never hope to see one.

But I can tell you anyhow,

I'd rather see, than be one.

A purple cow'd take you aback,

She'd certainly be seen,

Among the whites and browns and blacks,

And everything between.

And what to feed them? I don't know,

A normal cow eats grasses.

Who knows what's going on below,

With purple's gastric gasses.

And are they hot? Or are they cold?

You'd need to touch to see.

I'd have to know before I'm sold,

I'm sure you would agree.

Another thing: what do you give,

A purple cow to drink?

Do they need water just to live,

Like us? What do you think?

And now the final question:

With their milk, what is it's hue?

If purple's their digestion

Is it green or red or blue?

You know, I need to think again,

It might not be so bad,

Being noticed for my purple stain,

And giving milk that's plaid.

So . . .

I never saw a purple cow,

But I should like to see one.

And I can tell you anyhow,

It might be fun to be one.

This post is part of a special challenge by Karen at Baking in a Tornado.

Cow appreciation.

And who doesn't appreciate cows?

Here are the other participants:

Karen: Ode to the Cow

Dawn: Udder Appreciation

Lydia: Thanks, Cows