MooDiddy

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.