The Milk Jug
The Gentle Milk Jug blue and white I love with all my soul, She pours herself with all her might To fill my breakfast bowl. All day she sits upon the shelf, She does not jump or climb-- She only waits to pour herself When 'tis my supper-time. And when the Jug is empty quite, I shall not mew in vain, The Friendly Cow, all red and white, Will fill her up again.
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"The Gentle Milk Jug blue and white..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Oliver Herford delivers a powerful performance in "The Milk Jug"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...