Half the time they munched the grass
Growing up I have a fond memory of an old poetry book, a book that was old by the time I was given it, that must have belonged to my mother when she herself was younger. Dating from the early 60's the Oxford Book of Poetry for Children was a purple-covered hardback trove of lyrical delights and amazing illustrations. The book held near-religious qualities for me as a child, revered along with blue-covered paperbacks by AA Milne, but although filled with hundreds of poems from Kipling and Carroll, TS Eliot and Edward Lear, there are only a handful of lines that have somehow stuck in my mind to this day.
My childhood copy vanished into the ether long ago, but something called it to mind the other day and thanks to the magic of the internets a worn and much-loved copy arrived in the post a few days ago, musty and well-thumbed, and for your delectation I now happily present the most amazing poem in the world as selected by my five year-old self:
Cows, by James Reeves
Half the time they munched the grass, and all the time they lay
Down in the water-meadows, the lazy month of May,
A-chewing,
A-mooing,
To pass the hours away.
"Nice weather," said the brown cow.
"Ah," said the white.
"Grass is very tasty."
"Grass is all right."
Half the time they munched the grass, and all the time they lay
Down in the water-meadows, the lazy month of May,
A-chewing,
A-mooing,
To pass the hours away.
"Rain coming," said the brown cow.
"Ah," said the white.
"Flies is very tiresome."
"Flies bite."
Half the time they munched the grass, and all the time they lay
Down in the water-meadows, the lazy month of May,
A-chewing,
A-mooing,
To pass the hours away.
"Time to go," said the brown cow.
"Ah,"’ said the white.
"Nice chat," "Very pleasant."
"Night.""Night."
Half the time they munched the grass, and all the time they lay
Down in the water-meadows, the lazy month of May,
A-chewing,
A-mooing,
To pass the hours away.
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Seriously, how could you bring yourself to eat any animal that was that well-mannered?
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