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When supper time is almost come, / But not quite here, I cannot wait, / And so I take my china mug / And go down by the milking gate.
The cow is always eating shucks / And spilling off the little silk. / Her purple eyes are big and soft -- / She always smells like milk.
And Father takes my mug from me, / And then he makes the stream come out. / I see it going in my mug / And foaming all about.
And when it's piling very high, / And when some little streams commence / To run and drip along the sides, / He hands it to me through the fence.