There once was a young man from Pullet,
Who got shot in the head with a bullet.
It first glanced off Fitzpatrick's shed,
Then screamed pass Mary Elizabeth's bed.

Little known beyond that right now,
But the constable suspects his cow.
Perhaps you might think, that he's a bit daft,
before understanding what he did to her calf.

Kinda hard to prove, no opposable thumb,
But Bessie was holding the smoking gun.
It took some time for this to blow over,
Mother and daughter are back in clover.