Погожей летнею порой,
Гуляя там и тут,
Корова путь к себе домой
Найдёт за пять минут.
Пусть не смолкает ветра гул
И ливень льёт окрест -
Она пасётся на лугу
И мирно травку ест.
The Cow
The friendly cow all red and white,
I love with all my heart:
She gives me cream with all her might,
To eat with apple-tart.
She wanders lowing here and there,
And yet she cannot stray,
All in the pleasant open air,
The pleasant light of day;
And blown by all the winds that pass
And wet with all the showers,
She walks among the meadow grass
And eats the meadow flowers.