To A Cow (poetry) – How Canst Thou Be So Satisfied!

1878

TO A COW.
Why, cow, how canst thou be so satisfied!
So well content with all things here below,
So unobtrusive and so sleepy-eyed,
So meek, so lazy, and so awful slow!
Dost though not know that everything is mixed,
That naught is as it should be on this earth,
That grievously the world needs to be fixed,
That nothing we can gain has any worth,
That times are hard, that life is lull of care,
Of sin and trouble, and untowardness.
That love is folly, friendship but a snare!
Pretty cow, this is no time for laziness!
The cud thou chewest is not what it seems!
Get up and moo! Tear round and quit thy dreams! — D. L. PROUDFIT.

—Daily Star, Marion, Ohio, Jan. 25, 1878, p. 1.


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