The Skiing Cow

I once did see a skiing cow,
She may still be on the slopes now.
For her size, the lift was too small –
She rode the plow up, gear and all.

Her helmet shone bright in the sun.
She wore her goggles on each run.
Her scarf waved behind in the breeze
As downhill, she slalomed with ease.

Folks stared at the cow in the sky
When off the ski jump she did fly.
‘Though graceful she sailed off the jump,
Often she landed on her rump.

In truth, I never learned to ski,
So you cannot be taught by me.
But there is hope you can learn how,
If someone could have taught that cow.