How many folks today,

Know the value of the churn?

To learn of its magic,

To whom would they turn?

 

There was a time, a while back,

When every house that was a home,

Had one in the corner, 

Or on a shelf all its own.

 

Every man, woman and child,

Back then did avow,

That the root of independence,

Started with a cow.

 

Twice a day, she’d wend her way,

To the old milk gap,

And back her leg, for those who beg,

To feed the lass and chap.

 

The gentle cow would give enough,

To feed her calf and us,

Like any devout Brahman,

We could say, “In cows we trust”.