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Fenceviewer I. a cow of parts,

Aggressive, competent and bold,

At every milking gives twelve quarts

And doesn't give a—hoot!—(don't scold!)

My Kerry cow, as good as gold;

Fenceviewer II.—(boss, they say)

La Veau, turned three; Beans, two-year-old—

These are the cows I milk each day!

When Phœbus shoots his morning darts,

Or wet or dry, or hot or cold,

One to the dewy pasture starts

With clanging pails and pants up-rolled.

Again when evening doth enfold

The earth and sky in twilight grey,

Him at that chore you may behold—

These are the cows I milk each day!

Although unskilled in dairy arts

I've soaked some lore by experts doled,

With gentle words that win their hearts

My cows from kicking I've cajoled;

And of all cattle, horned or polled,

Pure-bred or grade, own them who may,

Mine suit me best. They'll not be sold—

These are the cows I milk each day!

ENVOY

Prince, if you ever in the wold

At milking time should chance to stray,

I'll let you drink all you can hold—

These are the cows I milk each day!