'Oh Daddy' Poem by James McLain

'Oh daddy' with your pink of fingers
from which one today,
from whoms utters did you bring it?
Thy milk 'oh' it runs by each sunny face i moved
around the lips each cup i fast embraced them too.
Milk-thus to me daddy, milk it to me now!
And their i look on, at it transfixed,
thy clear glass crystal bells as they swing so full with it
with the foam off it rich too sweet
and daisy absorbed it so much to quickly
each dropp that dripps right off of it,
Lass swallow it all, sop your bread around the basin,
you canna have it more unless you have eaton all your mutton.
'Oh Daddy'
i know it is, but can i milk it off completely.