(The first few stanzas covered by i-ddpej here.)
my name is Cow, and wen its nite, or wen the moon is shiyning brite, and all the men haf gon to bed - i stay up late.
i lik the bred.
my name is Dog, and wen its tea, i hope they giv sum foode to me - i hope they shair befor its gon - they never do.
i dont get non.
my name is Cow, and this is tru - my caynine frend, its up to yu. so just be brayve and smart insted - and be like me.
i lik the bred.
(Bridge, dividing original content from fan content: First Of All How Dare You)
my name is Cat no cares have i be it sun or moone that lytes the sky by night i prowl by day i stretch i salute u, Cow
u bold old wretch
O clevr Cat Who roams the barn I promys you I men no harm As yor a friend With stelthy tred I invyte you
To lik sum bred.
I am the bred With yeast I ryse Mine amber crust Doth pleas thyn eys
The cow and cat Whos tongues delit Upon my crust Both noon and nite
Are easy stop’d By dor and slat Perhaps the baker Noes not that?
Mount Roraima, South America: This tabletop mountain is one of the oldest mountains on Earth, dating back two billion years when the land was lifted high above the ground by tectonic activity. The sides of the mountain are sheer vertical cliffs, with several waterfalls, making it nearly impossible to climb.
imagine if the oceans were replaced by forests and if you went into the forest the trees would get taller the deeper you went and there’d be thousands of undiscovered species and you could effectively walk across the ocean but the deeper you went, the darker it would be and the animals would get progressively scarier and more dangerous and instead of whales there’d be giant deer and just wow