The Song of the Ploughing Oxen: An Ululumama to Ninurta

ellu mallu! What xx? What xx? Who xx? Who xx? Who xx the clods? Who xx the birds? On the right xx, on the left xx. [1 line fragmentary] "My big hooves xx." The stars in the sky xx. xx will make straight its xx. The ox xx let his thick tongue hang down, xx he replied, "I am an ox, but just a young ox, in whose muzzle hair has not yet grown. No dust has fallen yet on my shoulders. My master, why am I so valuable?" "My stalwart calf, I shall speak to you only once, so pay attention. What a plough (?)! Your fathers are four. What a plough (?)! Your mothers are eight. May Utu guide straight your fine plough!"