Jane Taylor

(23 September 1783 – 13 April 1824 / Colchester, England)

Pretty Cow - Poem by Jane Taylor

Thank you, pretty cow, that made
Pleasant milk to soak my bread
Every day and every night,
Warm, and fresh, and sweet, and white.

Do not chew the hemlock rank,
Growing on the weedy bank;
But the yellow cowslips eat,
That will make it very sweet.

Where the purple violet grows,
Where the bubbling water flows,
Where the grass is fresh and fine,
Pretty cow, go there and dine.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 8, 2010

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