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Once there was a cow, so peculiar, so true,
One hoof was red, and the other one blue.
When she stepped with blue, up on heaven’s trail,
The world would brighten with each hoofprint laid.
Once stepped she with red, on the earth below,
A sly little devil would start to grow.
With a step and a print, the world could change,
From kindness to cunning, a twist so strange.
A shadow of trickery, a dance so sly,
Where hoofprints entwine, weaving a lie.
So the cow roamed the lands, with a careful stride,
She treads on the edge where shadows are bright,
In her warmth, our souls find rest, so true;
Returning, we pray the earth remains blue.
The Tale of The Red and Blue Hoof