Moodiddy struts, a cow in style,
With baby oil and milk, he wows the aisle.
His coat shines bright, like gold in the sun,
A swaggering bull, always on the run.
Milk in his cup, baby oil on his skin,
Moodiddy’s got that glow, the freshest within.
He moos to the moon, in a groove so steady,
Crypto king cow, always flexin’ and ready.