The red cow is my best imaginary friend since I’ve always wanted to be a farmer!

Front cover of “The red cow and her friends”

 A BALLADE OF COWS

Fenceviewer I. a cow of parts,
Aggressive, competent and bold,
At every milking gives twelve quarts
And doesn’t give a—hoot!—(don’t scold!)
My Kerry cow, as good as gold;
Fenceviewer II.—(boss, they say)
La Veau, turned three; Beans, two-year-old—
These are the cows I milk each day!

When Phoebus shoots his morning darts,
Or wet or dry, or hot or cold,
One to the dewy pasture starts
With clanging pails and pants up-rolled.
Again when evening doth enfold
The earth and sky in twilight grey,
Him at that chore you may behold—
These are the cows I milk each day!

Although unskilled in dairy arts
I’ve soaked some lore by experts doled,
With gentle words that win their hearts
My cows from kicking I’ve cajoled;
And of all cattle, horned or polled,
Pure-bred or grade, own them who may,
Mine suit me best. They’ll not be sold—
These are the cows I milk each day!

ENVOY
Prince, if you ever in the wold
At milking time should chance to stray,
I’ll let you drink all you can hold—
These are the cows I milk each day!

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