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The attribution of this poem is questionable.

THE COW.

Pretty cow you look so mild,
That I think a little child,
Safely near to you might pass,
As you feed upon the grass.
When you lie upon the green,
Where you often may be seen,
Then you look as much at rest,
As the bird upon its nest.
Very idle though you seem,
Yet you give us milk and cream,
Which we drink, or if we please,
Turn to butter, or to cheese.