The moo cow moo

[Illianna Wolfsong]

This is a poem that has been passed down in my family orally. I have never been able to find it in print and have no idea who originally penned it... it is however a delightful light-hearted poem that is whimsical for adults and wonderful for small children.

 

My pa held me up to the moo cow moo

So close I could almost touch

And I fed him a couple o' times or two

And I wasn't a scaredy-cat... much.

 

Now the moo cow moo's got a tale like a rope

And it's raveled down where it grows

And it's just like feelin' a piece o' soap

All over the end of the moo cow's nose.

 

Now his feet ain't nuthin' but fingernails

And his momma don't keep 'em cut

And he gives folks milk in water pails

If you don't keep his handles shut.

 

Now you or I pull them handles

And the moo cow moo says it hurts

But o'r hired man, he sits close by

And he squirts, and he squirts, and he squirts.

 

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If anyone has ever heard this before or has any idea of the author, please post as such. =)

 

Thank you.

 

-Illi

[Kalypso]

It's cute. I've never heard it.

[Ozymandias]

Edmund Vance Cooke, popularly known as "the poet laureate of childhood," was born on June 5, 1866, in Port Dover, Ontario, Canada. He began working at 13-14 years old for the White Sewing Machine Co. factory and stayed there for 14 years until he became a self-employed poet and lecturer in 1893. His first book of poems, A Patch of Pansies, came out the next year. Four years later, he married Lilith Castleberry; and they had five children. He published at least 16 books of verse, as well as other books, but he is best known for his poem "How Did You Die?" Once the Detroit News launched its radio station, WWJ, in 1920, Cooke broadcast his own poems. In this he pioneered a path that Edgar Guest was to take nationwide in the 1930s. Cooke died in Cleveland on December 18, 1932.

 

Source: Representative Poetry Online

 

Found him. :>)