Once..upon an estuary, while
I drifted past a dairy,
hear the milk-cows, “Moo-moo, MOO!”
All at once, their MOO’s grew silken
milk-machines begun a-milkin’
labour! I’d be loathe to do, a job!
I’d deign not do..Would you!!
Quoth the poet, “Boo, hoo..hoo.”