COW'S CAN'T FLY
© Martha Miranda 1992

When I was a little girl
There was a poem I knew
About how high was the moon
And a cow jumped right over

And a little dog laughed
And a dish stole a spoon
But a cow they said
Jumped right over the moon

So many things to little girls
Seem so true somehow
I'd go to sleep every night
Dreaming of this cow

But I grew up and never saw
A cow jump over the moon
And it has always bothered me
Why people say such things

No Easter bunny
No Santa Claus
No chocolate eggs do hens lay
All lies and stories
All tales and myths
It just ain't so
Cows can't fly

I'm not a little girl anymore
I've got wrinkles and grey in my hair
And I see again all these stories and worse
Told to children everywhere

But the truth I did see
A man on the moon
And neither did he see a cow
He stood out in space
On that huge rock
And planted our red, white and blue

There it stands
Tattered and worn
Waving its glory at Angels
And it is the truth
And it is no lie
I saw a man on the moon

Every soul that ascends in the night
Or in the day or morning light
Passes by that awesome sight
The symbol of freedom and right
It stands proudly over all in the universe
The red, white and blue on the moon

Now Jesus came and said He came
To speak nothing but the truth
That we would live forever and ever
Just believing on His name

No Easter bunny
No Santa Claus
No cow jumped over the moon
No lies or stories
Nor tales untrue
Only the truth
Only the truth

Now I believe I'll fly away
But not like the lying cow
And I'll fly right past that flag of glory
That stands out there on the moon

No Easter bunny
No Santa Claus
No cow jumped over the moon
No lies or stories
Nor tales untrue
Only the truth
Only the truth

Now I can see
All the fallen heroes
Like Angels circling around
A flag on the moon
So majestic is she
And as they pass by
Give her a salute

Forever shall she wave
In the hearts of the brave
And in the hearts of those so true
Who have given their lives
And have given their sons
And their fathers and their daughters too
And brothers and sisters
And friends and loved ones
Being wrapped in the red, white and blue
A crown of glory is that worn, tattered flag
Worthy of the scars it bears

These are the stories
To tell all the children
That every generation will know
That America's the nation
Who put a man on the moon
Claiming it for the red, white and blue

For the red, white and blue
Not only stands for a country
It stands for a cross on a hill
That no matter how many light a match
And burn her to ashes
They cannot destroy the honor she bears

For her honour is clothed in a shroud of blood
And her glory has been bought with a price
And forever will she wave and forever retain
Those souls she has wrapped her arms around

So look at the truth, a cross and a flag
Both bearing the scars of freedom
No Easter bunny
No Santa Claus
No cow jumped over the moon
No lies or stories
Nor tales untrue
Only the truth
Only the truth

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