The Cow comes home swinging

Her udder and singing:


‘The dirt O the dirt

It does me no hurt.


‘And a good splash of muck

Is a blessing of luck.


‘O I splosh through the mud

But the breath of my cud


‘Is sweeter than silk.

O I splush through manure


‘But my heart stays pure

As a pitcher of milk.’


from the collection ‘The Cat and the Cuckoo’