APRON on and dash in hand, O'er the old churn here I stand, -- Cachug! How the thick cream spurts and flies, Now on shoes and now in eyes! -- Cachug! Cachug! Ah! how soon I tired get! But the butter lingers yet; Cachug! Aching back and weary arm Quite rob churning of its charm! -- Cachug! Cachug! See the golden specks appear! And the churn rings sharp and clear, -- Cachink! Arms, that have to flag begun, Work on, you will soon be done, -- Cachink! Cachink! Rich flakes cling to lid and dash; Hear the thin milk's watery splash! -- Calink! Sweetest music to the ear, For it says the butter's here! -- Calink! Calink! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CORNUCOPIA OF RED AND GREEN COMFITS by AMY LOWELL BALLAD OF HUMAN LIFE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES SIMON THE CYRENIAN SPEAKS by COUNTEE CULLEN H. BAPTISME (2) by GEORGE HERBERT IN BATTLE by ABUL HASAN OF BADAJOZ DEATH OF CHILDHOOD BELIEFS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |