
Cow With Bird.
I think there are some birds that sort of move in with cows and live on their backs, eating bugs off them.
I could be wrong, though.
That might be some kind of tiny fish living in harmonious circumstances with a bigger fish, such as a whale.
Here’s another cow poem
A Milkmaid, with a very pretty face,
Who lived at Acton,
Had a black Cow the ugliest in the place,
A crooked-backed one,
A beast as dangerous, too, as she was frightful,
Vicious, and spiteful;
And so confirmed a truant, that she bounded
Over the hedges daily, and got pounded:
‘Twas all in vain to tie her with a tether,
For then both Cow and cord eloped together.
Armed with an oaken bough—(what folly!
It should have been of thorn, or prickly holly,)
Patty one day was driving home the beast,
Which had, as usual, slipped its anchor,
When on the road she met a certain Banker,
Who stopped to give his eyes a feast,
By gazing on her features crimsoned high
By a long Cow-chase in July.
“Are you from Acton, pretty lass?” he cried;
“Yes”—with a curtesy she replied.
“Why, then you know the laundress, Sally Wrench?”
“Yes, she’s my cousin, sir, and next-door neighbour.”
“That’s lucky—I’ve a message for the wench,
Which needs dispatch, and you may save my labour.
Give her this kiss, my dear, and say I sent it:
But mind, you owe me one—I’ve only lent it.”
“She shall know,” cried the girl, as she brandish’d her
bough,
”Of the loving intentions you bore me;
But since you’re in haste for the kiss, you’ll allow,
That you’d better run forward and give it my Cow,
For she, at the rate she is scampering now,
Will reach Acton some minutes before me.”
Horace Smith
Brief Biographical Note:
Horace Smith participated in a sonnet-writing competition with Percy Bysshe Shelley. It was of him that Shelley said: “Is it not odd that the only truly generous person I ever knew who had money enough to be generous with should be a stockbroker? He writes poetry and pastoral dramas and yet knows how to make money, and does make it, and is still generous.”
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