THE COW

by: Oliver Herford (1863-1935)

      HE Cow is too well known, I fear,
      To need an introduction here.
      If She should vanish from earth's face
      It would be hard to fill her place;
      For with the Cow would disappear
      So much that everyone holds Dear.
      Oh, think of all the Boots and Shoes,
      Milk Punches, Gladstone Bags and Stews,
      And Things too numerous to count,
      Of which, my child, she is the Fount.
      Let's hope, at least, the Fount may last
      Until our Generation's past.

"The Cow" is reprinted from A Nonsense Anthology. Ed. Carolyn Wells. New York: Charles Scribner's Sons, 1915.

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