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! |