All the dingle brown
and hay derry derry cows,
warm in the simple simmer of the sun,
chew now, hay now, and the blue blue
of funny little flowers
winking nod, and blinking blips
in the fern green lick of grasses.
While all the boy calvey, girl calvey
little cow lads and pink cow lassies
romp merry go round, round,
merry go..
And I sit to fee fie and a fiddle on words
and sigh into this cow breath day
at the sight of the smell of this high hay feast
which crowns all the crazy cow folk
with the fine fragrance
moo mother's make all the more milk warm
and little calf delicious
as the sapphire blue
of the sea and skies swirls in the eyes
big brown and long looking.
I'm a hay jolly jolly to be
in this hot hazel day with words
wide to wing-wise
for a simon-pure, mild munching,
cow country consort,
with my little lyric children
ear-shouting, "Ring now, sing now!"
romping merry go round, round,
merry go..
Blake Steele