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Cows Don't give Milk.


Not everything in life is free
T'obtain, one MUST work hard,
Alas for many, they do think
Entitlement's their 'card'.

A father told his children, each,
That when they reached age '12'
The 'secret of life' he'd tell them,
So they'd not have to delve

Into their lives, not knowing
This secret that is hid
From MANY, as they travel
Throughout their lives, from kid.

Whene'er the firstborn reached that age,
He longed to learn the truth,
His father took him to the side,
Said, "Now you're a youth,

I'll let you know the secret, son,
While it's like creamy silk,
Now do not tell your brother this,
"The cow does NOT give milk"

"What do you mean dad?" asked the boy
"I learnt they DO, at school,
Are you suggesting teacher's wrong?
Or saying she's a fool?"

The father sat the young lad down
"No son, th'teacher's right,
Let me explain it properly
Before you start a fight.

They do not, GIVE it freely,
"YOU have to early, rise,
Each morning, 'round the 4 a.m.,
T'OBTAIN that creamy prize.





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