The Cow

Robert Louis Stevenson(1850–1894)

1885

THE friendly cow all red and white,I love with all my heart:She gives me cream with all her might,To eat with apple-tart.

She wanders lowing here and there,And yet she cannot stray,All in the pleasant open air,The pleasant light of day;

And blown by all the winds that passAnd wet with all the showers,She walks among the meadow grassAnd eats the meadow flowers.

From A Child's Garden of Verses (1885), via the English Wikisource transcription.

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