Saturday, December 22, 2007

The Cow by Robert Louis Stevenson

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Do you ever spend ALL night reciting the same song or poem in your sleep over and over again?
No? Oh... me neither.

'Cause that would just be weird.

So, here's a little poem that I wasn't reciting all night over and over.

For all you weirdos.


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 the winds that pass
And wet with all the showers,
She walks among the meadow grass
And eats the meadow flowers.


Brenda said...

I have a favorite poem about a purple cow.

Don't feel weird.

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