Mr. Brown was a stressed out man, who kept a sour stomach, till his Doctor came up with sure fire fix.

Tom Brown was a high rollin business man,
His lifestyle was rushed, he was busy makin money as fast as Ya can.
He had a soured stomach that couldn't be eased,
He went to his doctor and begged," Help Me Please!"
The Doc took tests and came up with a fix,
He said," Tom, breastmilk will do the trick!"
There was a cattle call, by Mr. Brown,
He invited all the Ladies of our fair town.
Ladies can in to bare their wares,
Big Bucks were involved, so they had no cares.
Mr. Brown, squeezes, stroked and gave each nipple a tug,
He became confused and gave a shrug!
He sampled mine and gave a big grin,
The job became mine and he welcomed me in.
His Doc gave me pills sos I'd lactate,
Poor Mr. Brown, was distressed and could hardly wait.
In a few days my breasts was ready to feed,
Mr. Brown was so pleased that I could fill his need.
He took me with him everywhere,
In all business meetings I was provided a chair.
When it came time to feed, he'd pop my jug out,
Then commenced to suckin it, enjoyin it, no doubt.
I went everywhere, ridin with him in limousines,
Mr. Brow never tired of my provided cuisine.
Mr. Brown's sour stomach, just disappeared,
Now he always wants me very near.
To some folks, my career choice might seem quite strange,
But I gets a great payday all the same.
Mr. Brown treats me well, and how!
I am so proud to be Mr. Brown's pampered cow!