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Why has our poetry eschewed
The rapture and response of food?
What hymns are sung and praises said
For the home-made miracle of bread?
Louis Untermeyer
The cow is of the bovine ilk;
One end is moo, the other milk.
Ogden Nash
The friendly cow, all red and white,
I love with all my heart;
She gives me cream with all her might,
To eat with apple-tart.
Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894
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