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Cows and Children
Cows and Children
“Cow, Cow… goes ‘moo-moo’,
Munches grass by day and stares
At children at play.
It matters not what age.”
They look so funny, with
Big eyes and giggles.
And when they run down a hill
Every part of them wiggles!
So short and full of motion
They dig in the grass, sniff flowers.
Hop and play, shout and say,
“Moo moo”, nonsense as our mountain towers.
So shy, so gentle, and beauty and love in motion.
“Love”? Such a slight and gentle creature
Must surely not qualify for such depth of spirit!
How could one, as such, possess such a feature?
The children play and sing,
The cows play and sing,
Each in a world of truth, alone.
Oh, what a sad and funny thing.
