COW.

Stratford Evening Post, Volume XXVIII, Issue 14, 15 September 1915, Page 2

COW.

if you travel iu a train, Ami .you have a normal mam, It you come to Taranaki, make a von, That when you are addressed, And however hard you’re pressed, plead ignorance oi that no vine called xV Cow! Aril when you’ve tired y««r J iUV With talking ul the war, . And reviling of the Kaiser and his frau, There Comes u sudden lapse And you’re just going to collapse When some whiskered individual mentions Cow! Yon are sorry that lie Tor you hud die spelt is m.me, ! And you have to listen on with heated brow; From boy to Lottery man, They all seem of one clan, And f|iom end to end of carriage it is Cow I You will hear about .heir fields, They will boast about their yields, You will hear about tlie acres tliey will plough ; Of the mangolds that they grow, And the grasses that they sow, And all to feed that Much Fxhalted [ Cow! I They start a little breeze On butter versus cheese. And the butter man will make a solemn vow ; You hear the cheese man mutter Tie’s got no time for butter, I And they wrangle o’er the product of The Cow! One man he gets quite bitter, He boasts about the litter That lias just eventuated from his sow But they do not care a Jig [About a common pig, I When the subject they are talking of is Cow!

'1 ~ , lon get a wee bit hazy When you hear the test ol Daisy, And in very lurid language you hear I how That blighter of a tester Is trying hard to best her, And stain the blessed character ol His Cow! One man will bet his hat On his yield ol butter-fat, And his self-assertion leads up to a ! row; ! lt nearly leads to fight, 'in spite of all his sidle He would sacrifice his life for Sacred | Cow! You try to do your best To understand the test, And in your simple ignorance you allow, You think that you will please By admitting you know cheese Is one of the productions from The Cow! You give up in despair, Begin to tear your hair, And to yourselfb you make a solemn I vow, Beneath your breath you mutter I’ll bar all cheese and butter, And everything that emenates fiom Cow! But should you e’re decline To worship at this shrine, And to this golden idol make your bow, You will find you are tabooed, (Your word will be pooh-poohed, Unless you kneel in reverence to The I Cow! So before you leave the train [With a hot and fervid brain, Xot knowing if a common cows a con!, | You feel that you will bust, So you shout out in disgust, Your conversation's limited to moo-oo! —XEUCHAMF. Stratford, ] 1-9-15.