Peek over my shoulder and you will see:
Udder, and hooves..a tail and my knees,
A bucket with milk coming in fresh streams.
One stubby tail that wiggles and flicks,
A long right leg that too often kicks.
The turn of a head showing a bright blue eye.
A chewing grey mouth that mutters and cries.
Zaida and I at the milk stand you see,
With fresh frothy milk with plenty of cream.
What's over your shoulder today?