Classic Poem

Beside a green meadow a stream used to flow,
So clear, you might see the white pebbles below;
To this cooling brook, the warm cattle would stray,
To stand in the shade on a hot summer's day.

A cow quite oppressed by the heat of the sun,
Came here to refresh as she often had done;
And, standing quite still, stooping over the stream
Was musing, perhaps—or perhaps she might dream.

But soon a brown ass of respectable look
Came trotting up also to taste of the brook,
And to nibble a few of the daisies and grass.
“How d'ye do?” said the cow. “How d'ye do?” said the ass.

“Take a seat!” said the cow, gently waving her hand.
“By no means, dear madam,” said he, “while you stand!”
Then, stooping to drink, with a very low bow,
“Ma'am, your health!” said the ass.
“Thank you, sir,” said the cow.