I love to watch my seven cows <br />In meads of buttercups abrowse, <br /> With guilded knees; <br />But even more I love to see <br />Them chew the cud so tranquilly <br /> In twilight ease. <br /> <br />Each is the image of content <br />From fragrant hours in clover spent, <br /> 'Mid leaf and bud; <br />As up and down without a pause <br />Mechanically move their jaws <br /> To chew the cud. <br /> <br />Friend, there's a hope for me and you: <br />Let us resolve to chew and chew <br /> With molars strong; <br />The man who learns to masticate <br />With patience may control his fate, <br /> His life prolong. <br /> <br />In salivation is salvation: <br />So if some silly little nation <br /> Should bathe in blood, <br />Let's take a lesson from the cow, <br />And learn in life's long gloaming how <br /> To chew the cud.<br /><br />Robert William Service<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cows/
