When I watched, with joy sublime,
What the generous Cow was giving
At the Bulging Udder Time.
Later on, when we grew older,
Father gave us each a dime—
Me and Bill—to milk and hold her,
At the Bulging Udder Time:
But, alas! we came to grieving:
Bill was kicked and smeared with grime,
And the Cow boo-booed on leaving—