ILLINOIS STATE DAIRYMEN'S ASSOCIATION. 63 



How one day — when the fuel 

 Of fun was afire, 

 I worked on that jewel 

 Of a cow, my desire. 



But you see, I'd no sooner 

 Made fast to her tail, 

 Than that tow and that schooner 

 Were under full sail. 



With head and tail level, 

 Jerking time from my heels, 

 She showed — the she devil — 

 How greased lightening feels. 



Oh! I never could tell you 

 The agonized woe 

 Of a cyclone-linked fellow 

 Who cannot let go. 



1 remember those mornings, 

 Sweet sleep's blisful cup, 

 And my father's stern warnings — 

 "Henry. It's time to get up." 



How I hated the milking! 



I swore a black vow 



That that hind leg's wild bilking 



Should be the death of that cow. 



But those old days have faded, 

 And the milkmaid, I ween! 

 Butter to butterine's shaded, ■' 



And they milk by machine. 



