Down a Dairy Lane

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.”