Churning
Disclaimer: If I owned Les Mis... I'd be RICH! But, alas, I do not.
Did you see that,
Tiny little curd?
Milk is becoming butter,
Hope I'll finish with last word,
Do you see the,
Blisters on my arm,
That's where Bessy kicked me,
While I was milking in the barn,
All the trauma of a dairy farm!
I'm so sleepy,
I've been up since dawn,
Working all the entire,
Long, long, long day long,
I'd rather be sleeping,
Not churning this old cream,
I'll sure to be prematurely grey,
And wrinkled at eighteen,
Rotten, rotten, rotten, rotten, rotten, rotten cream!
Churning, churning, churning through the eve,
Churning, oh is that another curd that I perceive?
Milk changes, milk changes!
Into buttery butter made of cream!
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