An ancient saga tells us
In the beginning the First Cow (For nothing living yet had birth But Elemental Cow on earth) Began to lick cold stones and mud:
Under her warm tongue flesh and blood Blossomed, a miracle to believe: And so was Ad...
There was a verdant pasture
Whose land was the very picture of
How can the beauty of that elegance be
Brooks of sparkling water were running on every
Something inspires the only cow of late
To make no more of a wall than an open gate,
And think no more of wall-builders than fools.
Her face is flecked with pomace and she drools