AT THE BULGING UDDER TIME

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!"