The Lady Cows Dream

Good morning Miss Lady Cow—what at these hours
Not up Ive been playing an hour with the flowers
But the Bell Flower is such a sweet cottage tis true
I could sleep int as long if Id nothing to do
Indeed Mr Bee I have had such a fright
Ive neer got a wink of sleep since all the night
I have dreamed such a dream that I hate the lone wood
& soon as Im up I will leave it for good
Indeed you look ill so Miss lady cow do
Take a drop from my bag ere the tale you pursue
Twill strengthen your spirits & sweeten your dread
Nay talk not of seats I can sit on the bed
So they sat foot to foot & was often adry
Till the bees honey bag it hung loose at his thigh
Till the dream it was ended & then they both flew
More honey & pleasure to gather anew
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