Happy King Cow

There is an old story that I know
Of a cow, some jewellery and the gift of a pillow
This cow was a king and on his throne he sat
But he was lazy, tired and really, really fat

No gumption to rise from his large, round tuff
He felt bad for himself, his life was rough
He'd look down at his belly, all plump like jelly
A wiggle and jiggle his belly all swelly

His rather plump form really bothered him some
It made him unhappy and his heart kind of numb
The folks that knew him, they didn't mind
But he's cover his belly with jewellery of all kind

Now a sad cow king makes not a happy kingdom
His subjects looked hard for happiness to bring him
Across the land came gifts a plenty
From toys to jewels and a shiny copper penny

It wasn't ungratefulness, you must understand
That these gifts aplenty felt bland in his hand
Till came this one calf with a special something
Once was her dad's, "Mom told me to bring."

Now Old King Cow looked upon the gift
His heart gained pace, made his gumption shift
"Such a comfy gift, sweet child, to lift my sorrow."
A shimmery cow perched on highly sweet pillow.