The Cow

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.