"'If only, if only...'"
Said the cow to the moon,
"I could jump that high,
We could make Port Salut!
I am ever so tired of a
Moon that is green.
I could fill up those holes
With thick, smooth cream.
I'd polish you up
With spring-fresh brine
To give you an orange
and edible rind.
Then hey diddle diddle
Back down to the farm.
To bask in your glow,
All coppery warm. "
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