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XXIII
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.
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