One Holstein and one Hereford,
Black and white and white and tan,
Adam’s sweet and gentle wards,
Symbiotic beasts of Man
Daisy licks at Lily’s neck,
Lily turns a placid eye
Toward September’s candle wick,
The sun descending in the sky
Now the farmer sweeps their barn,
Bedding makes it clean and snug,
All the cattle lie down warm
The smell of hay is like a drug
And now they sleep and dream of some
Meadow that’s their kingdom come,
But O what cost it is to keep
Such cattle peaceful in their sleep