I strolled into a farmyard
Just after break of dawn
Just after roosters crowed out loud
And before the sun got warm
The day was just beginning
And the livestock woke to see
A stranger looking down at them
That visitor was me
Armed with just my camera
I looked through the viewfinder
I focused on a milking maid
As I crept up behind her
She sat there on a milking stool
The goats were all around her
So I did not look a fool
I stayed where I had found her
And as she squeezed those little teats
I felt like peeping Tom
My knees were weak
I couldn't speak
I was almost overcome
I swear the goats all winked at me
As I composed the frame
And new after I took the shot
I'd never feel the same
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