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 I 



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 ! 



