Said a cow, “It has long been my dream,
A sort of utopian scheme,
To leave, when I die,
Enough milk to supply
A home for poor kittens — with cream.”

[Oliver Herford in The Century Magazine. Vol. LXXXV, December 1912, no. 2, p. 321.]

A cow, who was munching some clover,
Was bought by a rascally drover,
She called to her mother,
And then her big brother
Approached and performed his chef d’oevre.

Frederick Denton, Chesapeake, Mo.

[Foolish Limericks Now and Then are Relished by the Best of Men. Chicago Tribune, 17 April 1910. panel 2.]

There was an old farmer of Slough
Who told me he’s swallowed a cow
I can’t say I know
If he’d really done so
But that’s what he said, anyhow.