The Cow

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 all the winds that pass,

And wet with all the showers;

She walks among the meadow grass,

And eats the meadow flowers.

Robert Louis Stevenson