Oh, the leaves are falling, the flowers are wilting, and the rivers
are all going Republican. Oh, oh, ride quickly on your golden unicycle... See, even now the cows laugh, Alas, alas. Chorus: We are the chorus, and we agree. We agree, we agree, we agree.
Seven cows ate seven bushels of wheat, and when they were finished they climbed a red tower and threw up three times, chanting, 'Say it now and say it loud, I'm a cow and I'm proud.' And then a figure robed in white and bearing a pair of scales came forward and read from a little slip of paper:
"Five-eleven's your height, one-ninety your weight
You cash in your chips around page eighty-eight."
bonus points if you know where that comes from