Robert Louis Stevenson

The friendly cow all red and white,
     I love with all my heart:
She gives me cream with all her might,
     To eat with apple-tart.

She wanders lowing here and there,
     And yet she cannot stray,
All in the pleasant open air,
     The pleasant light of day;

And blown by all the winds that pass
     And wet with all the showers,
She walks among the meadow grass
     And eats the meadow flowers.