Come, Come, Ye Fools

Come, Come, Ye Fools, also known as Milk the Bull is a holy Bovic scripture and the third hymn of the Book of Hymns.

Come, come, ye fools

A hymn by Nathaniel:

Come, come, ye fools, no angst nor strangeness fear;

But with joy, milk the Bull!

Though hard to you this labour may appear,

Milk will touch every fool!

'Tis better far for us to strive

our useless cares from us to drive:

Do this, and milk your minds will swell -

All is well! All is well!

Why should we frown or think less of His horde?

'Tis not so; all is right.

Why should we think to earn a great reward

If we now shun the light?

Go up his loin, fresh courage take.

Our Bull will never us forsake;

And soon we'll have this tale to tell:

All is well! All is well!

We'll find the place which He for us prepared,

all the way through His rest;

Where none shall come to hurt or make afraid;

There the fools will be blessed.

We'll milk the bull, our bodies sing,

Shout praises to our god and king;

Above the rest these words we'll tell:

All is well! All is well!

And should we not appraise our Butter Bull,

Hate that day! Nothing's well!

We then are slaves to margarine and fools,

With the cursed we shall dwell!

But if our lives are spared again

To please the Bull, his milk obtain,

Oh how our hearts will surely swell --

All is well! All is well!

Preceded by: Onward Bovic Soldiers

Book of Hymns 3

Succeeded by Hymn of Juice and Bagels