Go ahead and mock me. Yeah, I'm 37 today (which is 456 is Cow years I think).

Yeah, I know. I'm so old I probably give powdered milk.

And my udders aren't as firm as they used to be.

And my leather has lost its luster.

And my spots are fading a bit.

And I start more and more sentences with "You know, when I was a young heifer..."

But you know what. I'm still alive and kicking. And I'm awesome. And at least I am not a damn horse!