When life seems one too many for you,
Go and look at a Cow.
When the futures black and the outlooks blue,
Go and look at a Cow.
For she does nothing but eat her food,
and sleep in the meadows entirely nood,
Refusing to fret or worry or brood,
Because she doesn’t know how.
…
Whenever you’re feeling bothered or sore,
Go and look at a Cow,
When everything else is a fearful bore,
Go and look at a Cow.
Observe her gentle and placid air,
Her nonchalance and savoir faire,
Her absolute freedom from every care,
Her imperturbable brow.
…
So when you’re at the end of your wits,
Go and look at a Cow
Or when your nerves are frayed to bits,
And wrinkles furrow your brow;
She’ll merely Moo in her gentle way,
Switching her rudder as if to say:
“Bother tomorrow! Let’s Live today!
Take the advice of a cow!”
…
The Old Farmer’s Almanac
– 1936 –
