[A cow reads the following poem in front of a group of cows sitting on folding chairs:
Distant Hills
The distant hills call to me.
Their rolling waves seduce my heart.
Oh, how I want to graze in their lush valleys.
Oh, how I want to run down their green slopes.
Alas, I cannot.
Damn the electric fence!
Damn the electric fence!
Thank you.]
Caption: Cow Poetry

Note from Larson
In other words, you must buy a book.

I think these bovines must be followers of Cow Tse Tongue!
(Check out the lyrics to "Cows With Guns.") Or, hear the song! (It sounds much better on the album, but if you've never heard it, that doesn't matter.)