[Verse] In the heathered haze of the morning dew, A Highland cow takes a jaunty view, With a sway in her step and a gleam in her eye, She’s the queen of the meadow, no need to try. [Chorus] Oh, she struts, she strolls, she takes her bow, The wildflower meadow loves her now. Petals whisper, grasses bow, For the star of the show, our Highland cow. [Verse 2] Buttercups nod as she passes by, A thistle tips its hat, oh my! The breeze hums a tune, the bees hum along, She’s a bovine muse, a meadow song. [Prechorus] With every hoof, she writes her tale, A gentle dance on a verdant trail. [Chorus] Oh, she struts, she strolls, she takes her bow, The wildflower meadow loves her now. Petals whisper, grasses bow, For the star of the show, our Highland cow. [Bridge] Dandelions burst like golden applause, She pauses mid-stride with dramatic cause. A butterfly flirts, lands on her horn, A meadow queen crowned in the early morn.
