Daisy the Cow

TUNE: ‘Daisy Daisy’

They planned a festival down the coast,
Nine-teen, healing ninety-one.
Ernesto Murgo he worked the most,
On Daisy the colourful cow.
Wire and paper and kids willing hands,
Skateboard to help her ‘mooove’.
Painted coat then of a clever design,
And Daisy was ready to groove.

Daisy, Daisy, Kiama’s community Cow,
Striped or Paisley what colour is she now?
The tourist camera angles,
Record her spots and (her) spangles.
We’d like the lot, so send your shot,
Of our crazy, chameleon, cow.

Daisy rolled out as the months rolled on,
Gaily, daily.
Many a group gave a bovine design,
To Daisy the colourful cow.
Soon came the day that Ernesto said,
‘Time now to do her in.
Her form no longer gives pleasure to me,
Its the knackery or its the bin’.

(Chorus)
The council they counselled as councils do,
Noted, voted.
Offered a price to Ernesto too,
And rescued that colourful cow.
All round the world towns are rolling out,
Cows in the thor-ough-fares.
Could Kiama’s Daisy have been the first,
The one to inspire theirs?

(Chorus)
After last chorus,
(that crazy & comical.
true anatomical,
coloured kaleidoscope cow).