In the misty moors of bonnie Scotland's land, A Highland cow, with coat so grand, With fluffy fringe upon its brow, Engages in a playful game of peek-a-boo.
Its shaggy mane, a fiery red, In lush green fields, it gently treads, With eyes so curious, it hides from view, A mischievous glint, a grin that's true.
Amidst the heather and the rolling hills, The cow plays peek-a-boo, a joy that thrills, Its mighty horns, a crown of might, As it disappears, then reappears with delight.
In Highland mists, it finds its bliss, A whimsical dance of hide and kiss, A creature of charm, both bold and meek, The peek-a-boo game, it loves to seek.
With each "peek" and every "boo," The cow's laughter echoes through and through, A Scottish serenade, the cow's own song, Nature's harmonies, where it belongs.
So, if you venture to Scotland's embrace, Amidst the beauty of its scenic grace, Look for the cow with playful eyes, Playing peek-a-boo under Scottish skies.
For in that moment, you'll surely know, The spirit of Scotland, the cow will show, A touch of whimsy, a heart so true, In the highland cow's peek-a-boo.