No stresses in the world
Stomach's satisfied with being fed
It was all handed to her
This life I wish I led

Then suddenly she rises
So gracefully and slow
Tilts her head to one side
And let's the pearlies show.

Weighing down her hind feet
Crouching in a backward lean
She stretches ever so sleepily
This sight is often seen.

Wearily she looks about her
Glancing all around
then leisurely dawdling
Onto a sun-filled ground