Patsy was our business cow Took her job seriously She gave her milk, and kept her place And never noticed me Kitty was our hateful cow The meanest of the three She seemed to hate her job, her life And clearly hated me Spuddy was our friendly cow She did her job with glee She gave her milk, and ate her grass Was very fond of me One day when I was three years old I had a great idear I thought I'd milk old Spuddy, so I crept up to her rear But when I grabbed her by the teat She kicked and sent me flying I was out cold, so I was told They thought that I was dying I learned a lesson on that day I barely dodged a killing You never want to touch a girl Unless you know she's willing Bruce Bishop, San Angelo, Texas* * Bishop grew up on a farm near Centertown (Ohio County).

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