Cow Creatrix
White horned milk giving moon cow
Midwife of souls
Protectress of children
Hearth tender of Gaia
May your breasts never run out of mana for the masses
May your flame of truth always run sharp across your tongue
May your compassionate heart be born ever gracefully
By your strong and capable back
And may your hips and belly always sway
Ever so lusciously
With the raucous wild abandon
Of one who knows her own worth
And in her knowingness
Inspires the rising of thousands