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 IL — (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 Fve 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, 



Fll let you drink all 3011 can hold — 

 These are the cows I milk each day ! 



