To the tune of "The Rose Of Allendale"

The moon was bright, the night was clear,
No breeze blew over the grass.
I was graving in my Fujian home,
When something came to pass.

I walked around in search of food,
When suddenly OH my soul!.
My back legs dropped and dragged me down,
Into a neat round hole.

I couldn't shout or sound my horns,
So no-one was be alerted.
But people said they heard my Moooo,
And the crisis was averted.

My owner brought a winch-like crane,
And hoisted me from my plight.
I couldn't have spent another day,
in all that pee and shite.