The Cow

          Cow, Cow!
          I and thou
Are looking at each other's eyes
You are lying on the grass
Eating every time I pass,
And you do not seem to be
Ever in perplexity:
You are good I'm sure, and not
Fit for nothing but the pot:
For your bearing is so kind,
And your quietness so wise:
          Cow, Cow!
          I and thou
Are looking at each other's eyes.