The Cow

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

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