by: Oliver Herford (1863-1935)
- HE Cow is
too well known, I fear,
- To need an introduction here.
- If She should vanish from earth's face
- It would be hard to fill her place;
- For with the Cow would disappear
- So much that everyone holds Dear.
- Oh, think of all the Boots and Shoes,
- Milk Punches, Gladstone Bags and Stews,
- And Things too numerous to count,
- Of which, my child, she is the Fount.
- Let's hope, at least, the Fount may last
- Until our Generation's past.
POEMS BY OLIVER HERFORD
"The Cow" is reprinted
from A Nonsense Anthology. Ed. Carolyn Wells. New York:
Charles Scribner's Sons, 1915.