I met my love down a dairy lane -
The fairest milk maiden was she.
With the evening sun on the wane,
Upon that cow path she came to me.
But something was wrong, I could tell,
Her face held not its usual laugh,
While in her eyes the tears did well,
And at her side was no pet calf.
'Twas then she spoke her wretched words
As I gazed upon the forest floor,
And for the first time I saw the turds,
When she said, "I don't love you anymore."
So my milk maiden, she went away,
And left me standing all alone;
But for her return - I'll await that day -
'Cause she promised, "When the cows come home."
From Poetry for the Potty
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