Years have passed since I, an urchin,
Drove the Cow, so sleek and prime,
Down the path, where crows were perchin'
At the Bulging Udder Time.
Those were days well worth one's living,
When I watched, with joy sublime,
What the generous Cow was giving
At the Bulging Udder Time.
Later on, when we grew older,
Father gave us each a dime--
Me and Bill--to milk and _hold_ her,
At the Bulging Udder Time:
But, alas! we came to grieving:
Bill was kicked and smeared with grime,
And the Cow boo-booed on leaving--
"Come around some _udder_ time!"